Thursday, May 24, 2012
Mr. Tough Guy here, is probably more chicken than bear. When we release him in the backyard, he checks it out with feigned bravado. Trotting at first, he pretends he's a canine Chuck Norris. If the wind rustles the leaves, he charges with a growl that turns into barking. BUT... if it turns out that the imagined adversary is a real animal any larger than, say... a ladybug, he gets all oh-my-gosh startled and lets out a series of scared yelps that sounds like he's being torn to pieces. That is what happened the other night. I called Bear back inside, and took a flashlight to check it out. The frightening monsters turned out to be a couple of cute little opossum babies who had been separated from their mother. One of them hid under hostas, while another tried to seek shelter through the open garage door. The kids and I grabbed flashlights to investigate.
Bear was not the only one destined to get scared that night. Track with me here... The garage door is cracked open, and someone says that one of the little guys is inside there. So you carefully push the door open into a dark garage, and reach across to flip up the light switches, and... HE'S RIGHT THERE!! Oh man, that startled me!! I still feel the chills running up my spine.
The kids were convinced that these babies would die without their momma and tried to take care of them. One of the possums ate and drank, but the other wouldn't. Possums are supposed to play dead, but these guys haven't learned how to do that. They kind-of hiss, and then don't move. They're not even mostly dead. We dropped them off at the Willowbrook Wildlife Center. I hope they do better there.