Yesterday - I pull up to our house after taking Corynn to school and notice that my newspaper is clear on the other side of our porch- no where near the door. Strange- but maybe the paperboy was a little off on his aim this morning. Then I notice something brown laying outside my front door on the step. Huh?! Wonder what that could be- I was expecting something from UPS- but this was a little early for that- but you never know. So I pull into the garage and notice my cell phone beeping at me. I have one new message. So I get out of van, I am checking my messages and putting my keys in my purse on my way to the front porch to grab my parcel. I am entering my security code on the phone and start to reach down and grab the box when I noticed the box move. I am literally inches away from this...
HOLY CRAP! I was so scared I dropped my phone and ran into the garage. As I am leaning up against the van trying to catch my breath- it occurred to me-FRICK! I needed my phone to call someone for help. How was I going to get my phone... I start to look around the garage. Then I spotted the perfect tool! A shovel! So I grabbed the shovel and sucked up all the courage I had and slowly inched my way around the garage door (alot like a soon-to-be victim in a horror flick right before the murderer gets them). I had grabbed the shovel- initially, for self-defense. But then it occurred to me I could use it to scoop up the phone- then I wouldn't have to get so close. Well, it sounded like a good idea- but in reality it wasn't that easy- it took about six or seven tries. It might have worked better with a smaller shovel- but I didn't want to take any chances... THIS IS A WILD ANIMAL! During all this my neighbor is standing in his driveway watching me ...with a look of "She's crazy!" mixed with "I really should have my video camera!"
Finally I get my phone and immediately call my husband- who is out of town on business. His response was- "What do you want me to do?" Well, I wasn't sure...but this seemed like one of those moments you should call your husband- Aren't they supposed to fix stuff like this?
Anyway- I decided to let it be and eventually that afternoon it left.
Moral of the story:
Always wear your glasses...you never know when a possum will show up!