Listen. This has nothing to do with anything, really. And if you’re friends with me on Flakebook, this will be redundant. But it’s also awesome.
This occurred to me as mighty hilarious today. It even required me to excuse myself and go outside to call Rob from the sidewalk. I sobbed and choked and smooshed ants until I could pull myself together.
This possum is disabled.
[Rebecca, if you read this, I’m sorry I hijacked your photo.]
So she’s at the vet and snaps this photo after (making up scenario here to get myself worked up even more) it wheels by her on squeaky axels and pauses by this doorway to sniff some fuzz. I guess the vet rescued it from… no, I’ll let you guess where the vet rescued an animal typically known as “roadkill.” Her horror at the sight of this little guy translates to my bliss. The comments under the photo, however, were the best part:
I can picture him waiting outside in the dark like an evil little car, ready to run you over.
Well it obviously can’t excercise and I’m sure they are feeding it a ton. I have one that lives under my house–he eats my garbage–he is nice I named him Ed.
The vet told me he eats Nutter Butters all day long.
Aw- don’t be mean to the possum. They are super cool native North American marsupial-like animals.
I was totally ready to kill that thing until you pointed out it was North American.
I actually like these ugly little animals. I rescued one from a trap outside our house in Florida once after trying to give it lettuce, which it refused politely by holding its mouth open and showing me all his teeth.
But, I mean, he called it “an evil little car.” That might be the best thing I’ve ever heard in my whole life.
[Homer Simpson: “I call the big one bitey”]