I was working on the garage today. We are going to have a garage sale in a few weeks because we have collected way too much crap to fit into a house with an expanding family. Basically everything Tina and I had before we were together has been sitting out in the garage for 3 years. Between the stuff we've bought for our home and babies and the things our friends and families have given us for both we are bursting at the seams. So it's time to purge!
Tune out if you need to, cause the sad shit is coming. Why didn't I think, "hmm, every time I've ever seen a mommy opossum with babies, she has a bunch of them on her belly and back?" Well I didn't, we freaking had a freaking wild animal roaming around our house for a couple days, thank you very much. Back to the garage cleaning, I ran across what I thought was squirrel crap everywhere I was cleaning...yes we also had a squirrel infestation last summer. So I got to the back of the nook in the garage and realize it was not squirrel poop, it was opossum droppings. Under one leg of my old desk behind all of the boxes was an old cloth place mat with four dehydrated opossum babies.
My whole world came shrinking in around me. All I could think about was how the mommy opossum was protecting her babies from some crazed naked guy two years ago. The "Despereaux" of the group had ventured through the cat door to tango with whomever he had to just to find food. I just threw them out and let the other four starve in my own home. Seriously, the most depressing thing I've had to clean up in years. Karma is SOOOO not going to swing in my favor after this discovery. Damn.