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Last Night's Surprise Visitor

We've been keeping Biscuit, the Little House Guest, in a crate inside the tack room at night.  I wouldn't mind keeping him in the house, but hubby and Izzy the Stingy Dog say NO!  The tack room stays nice and warm this time of year, but once the weather drops to the 30s at night we may have to rethink this situation (provided he's still here and hasn't found a permanent home by then).

Our tack room was built at the back of the garage, and can only be accessed by a door from inside the garage.  We have electric lights in the tack room, but none in the garage.  So when it's time for bed, I use a flashlight to get Biscuit and myself through the garaged and to the tack room door at night.  Which is what I did last night...

And found a pair of eyes staring at me.

There was, directly in front of the tack room doors and not three feet from me, an opossum.  I'm not scared of opossums, really, but I walked right up on this one without realizing he (I don't know why, but it looked like a he) was there.  So, it did startle the heck out of me.

I think I startled him too.  We just stared at each other for a few seconds.  Then I backed up, quickly, and high-tailed it to the house where I got the boys, because why should I have to be the one to chase the possum out of the garage?

Or course, by the time we got back to the garage the little sucker was no where to be seen.  But we knew he wasn't gone because all the doors were closed -- he was hiding in there somewhere.

We searched as best as we could with a flashlight but didn't find him.  We left the garage door wide open last night, hoping he would find his way out.

This isn't the first time we've found an opossum in the garage.  The last time the thing ran right under my feet.  Literally right under my feet.  I danced an Irish jig as Jonathan died from laughter.   

We think they're searching for food, and the smell of the animal feed is drawing them in.  Luckily, we keep all feed closed tightly in tubs in the tack room, and the tack room doors are always kept closed.  So, they can get to the doors but can't get in to the feed.  Which is what seemed like this little guy is doing.

Apparently he was miffed about not getting in to where the food was kept.  He left his calling card in a nice little pile in front of the tack room door.  Ahh, there's nothing like cleaning up possum poo in the morning!

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