10 years ago I had a situation with a Opossum. I was letting my dog out in the backyard at night and while waiting for him to do his business I hear a small ruffling noise near the entrance to our basement. Naturally I thought it was our neighbor's cat but as I stepped further all I saw was a GIANT looking rodent. Now, my fear of rodents actually dates back to about 22 years ago when I was about 5. I was chased by a huge rat in our apartment when we lived in Chicago. It was not uncommon to have rodents or roaches when you lived in the inner city. Anyway, since that occurred when I was 5 I have been forever traumatized about rodents. I think mice and rats are EWWW..seriously..I just jump whenever I see one.
When I lived in NYC we had a huge mouse problem in our apartment. There was more than one occasion when I would hear a mouse rummaging in my garbage can near my head. (my head!). Anyway, I digress.. so back to the Opossum story.
We couldn't find the Opossum that went into our house. It seriously took several days to find it and I knew it was in still in the house because I would see droppings on our basement kitchen counter. Of course I did not sleep a wink those several days because I was too paranoid the Opossum would come crawling on my bed. Omg..just the thought makes me squeal. We eventually found the Opossum and my ex-stepfather killed it. Opossum is gone. Whew..life is good.
3 years after that... I come home from college one weekend and my mom put a stuffed Opossum in my bed! Waiting for me to see. W..T..F. I promptly gave it to our dog for the chewing.
Present day.. I am driving home from work (the Sunday before Christmas) and an Opossum walks across my path in my apartment complex parking lot. Naturally, I screamed my head off. I get into my apartment and EVERYONE is in my living room that came to visit and the first thing I said was 'I just saw a Opossum in the parking lot' Everyone laughs at me. Seriously..like really hard.
On Christmas one of my gifts was a FREAKING stuffed Opossum. My mother thought it would be really cute to give me a Opossum hence the chuckling when I came home from work that Sunday. Oh.. so it didn't end there.
For the past few weeks my mother has been posting the following pictures on my Facebook page.
That crazy lady aka my mother took pictures of that FREAKING Opossum all over my apartment and she has been posting them slowly on my Facebook page with stalker like messages. Seriously..this is my life.