So, earlier this week, my dad came over to help me fix a busted pipe in my kitchen. Well, let me give my dad proper credit - he fixed a busted pipe in my kitchen. When he came over, he had a diet Pepsi 12 pack case under one arm and his tool belt in his other hand.
I was like, "Um, okay...I actually bought you Coke Zero to drink while you were here."
He started laughing and swung the diet Pepsi case around and showed me what was inside...it wasn't diet Pepsi. It was this:
In case you aren't familiar with this furry little critter, it's a opossum. A baby opossum, actually. While I live in Miami, Florida, in a very populated, urban area, we have quite a bit of opossum running around. We happen to live across the street from a huge, 70 acre park that is full of trees and shrubbery...then next door to the park is a gigantic Coast Guard base that is surrounded by woods on 3 sides...and next to that? Oh, it's just Zoo Miami.
So I am never surprised that we so often find opossum in the neighborhood. My dad found this little baby after it's mother abandoned it and took it home with him until he could find an appropriate place to take it.
So...he took it home after he fixed my busted pipe (thanks, Daddy!) and guess what my mom did?
Yeah, this is what happens when you bring an opossum into my parent's house when there is a live Christmas tree in the living room. My mom snapped this pic and sent it to me...
After she took the pic, the opossum bit her ornament so she demanded that my dad to take back to where he found it.
Never a dull day in my family....