Tales From the Front Step

Well, I'm cheating. It was the back porch. Dark, rainy. Pre extra tropical Hanna. Going out to the bonus fridge after a pudding pop. Turned the light on, looking out- contemplating a dark and rainy garden and enjoying my Jello pudding pop. One of this years opossum babies comes flying around the side of the house. They can't see too well, see? And The light and I must have scared him. He goes flying to the refuge of that dark, rainy garden.

And totally bonks himself silly on one of the solar lights.

IT: *WHAP-POW!*

ME: *ROFLSNORTINGMAO*

I was in hysterics. Concerned hysterics. I assure you! Concerned I might lose my grip on my Jello pop. Yet I hoped that I didn't miss him bonk into the back steps as he leapt frantically away from the light and into the heart of that rainy garden towards blissful darkness.

Poor little 'possum!

Mean old me!

*I blame the meanness on the tonsillectomy.*