Sunday, June 29, 2008
Late last night, about 9 p.m. I was met at my front door by an opossum.
He stood squarely at the door, facing the house, waiting.
I stepped up beside him, placed my feet firmly together, and pointed a wagging finger at him.
"I'm sorry, Your not getting into this house, mister." I said gently to my would be guest.
He turned and moved about 3 steps to the left.
He then turned to look back inside through the glass beside the door, giving me the occasional sideways glance of disgust.
I watched him as I opened the door and went inside. He never twitched a muscle. I checked back in a couple of minutes. He was gone the third time I looked. My guess is that The Wonderful World of Disney had just gone off.