So, last night, noises awakened me from a sound sleep. They were emanating from under the bed. At first, I thought the cat was scurrying around until I realized that Sophie was snoring at my side.
I raced out of the room seeking safety, of course. (I'm not brave.) But Joe got the flashlight. Soon, he yelled, "It's a baby possum!" Who knows how it got there. (Or, maybe Sophie knows.)
Joe said, "In the morning, we'll call in an expert." But, another idea came to mind: I set a trail of Sophie's dry food from the bed to the back door and left the door open. Soon, the little creature ate his way outside and I shut the door!
But, back in bed and almost morning, there were more noises. Sheesh! ANOTHER possum! Did Joe start a branch of the Humane Society while I was away?
The "Hansel and Gretel" technique didn't work this time, perhaps because of the dawn light. Possums are nocturnal and our second little friend might have settled in for the day. But, he's going to be especially hungry tonight and I'm going to be ready...