Guess who we found in the recycling bin this weekend?
I must admit that this fat little possum gave me a bit of a start (insert a loud, high-pitched shriek and flapping hands) when I opened the lid and found him nestled among the Fage yogurt containers and empty seltzer bottles. I will also admit that I hid behind Fauxhawk as he approached the bin to investigate the "giant hairy animal" that had set up shop for the winter. Despite a cool reception by Pepe the Possum, who was extremely pissed that we had interrupted his nap, I warmed to him immediately. Not amount of hissing and tiny teeth baring was going to put me off a potential possum cuddle.
"Should we take him home?" I asked Fauxhawk. I secretly hoped he was just a tiny bit sick and needed nursing back to health. I already knew the answer, and was disappointed to hear that he waddled off in a huff when Fauxhawk tipped the bin. I won't lie - I dug around for possum offspring in the trash, hoping against hope to find tiny bundles of possum joy. (I guess male possums don't breed at this time of year. Bastards.) There was just so much potential for baby animal cuteness. It hurt knowing we wouldn't be a little possum family.
Sending you all BAYBEE POSSUM KISSEZ!!!!!!!!!!!1 on this bright autumn day.
