"More Exciting Post"

This wasn't going to be the "more exciting post" that I mentioned the other day.. but has quickly earned the title!

Last night, I started stirring around 12:45 AM and was having a mental debate about going to the bathroom or seeing how much longer my bladder would last. That's when I heard a slight knocking noise outside near the master bathroom. Being half asleep, I thought maybe it was part of the dream I was waking up from. I stayed there a few more minutes and heard it again.

After that, I stealthily slipped out of bed (um... rolled, shimmied, flopped) to try and not wake up my hubster dead asleep next to the mountain of pillows. SUCCESS! I snuck into the bathroom, still hearing an occasional knock outside and figured it'd be a good idea to step into the bathtub in order to get a better look out the window. There was a week old dryer rack full of clothes in the tub too.. dang it.. should have put those away.. made things more difficult. I couldn't see anything out the window, but could still hear it.

I decided it'd be best to wake Lee up and see if he could figure it out. I know it's always better to be woken up quietly than with a loud scream and adrenaline so was going to tiptoe back into the bedroom and tell Lee I heard something outside. So, again, my stealth 7 1/2 month pregnant self stepped (tripped) out of the tub backwards STRAIGHT onto the corner of the scale, making a HORRENDOUS crash which subsequently sent Lee flailing in the next room.. oops!!!

Not only did it startle Lee and me.. it startled whatever was lurking outside! There was much thrashing outside as well as inside, and I started to panic and whine. Both Lee and I ran to the back door and threw on the light.. we could hear glass thuds hitting pavement, wood and grass.

What in the world was it?!?!?

A POSSUM WITH IT'S HEAD STUCK IN A JAR! Rolling and flailing on the ground!

Scene of the crime.

Backstory: A few months ago, we had a couple of extremely loud crickets under our bedroom windows that were keeping us awake all night through a sound machine, ear plugs AND pillow over the head. Lee tried hunting them down, spraying for them, and everything else imaginable including setting out a jar with molasses at the bottom as a trap. (side note: nothing worked.. but they eventually left anyway)

We deliberated what to do.

My mind went immediately back to high school where a group of guys would get together in their big pick up trucks wearing flannel, Wrangler jeans and steel toed boots with a mouth full of Skoal and spotlight in hand, "hey.. you wanna go possum kickin"? UMMMM.. no thanks. Those suckers are apparently MEAN! The guys would find random possums in the country, startle them, freeze them by shining a spotlight in their eyes, and then kick the living daylights out of them (if the possum didn't get them first.. hence the steel-toed boots).

Knowing they were possibly vicious, I thought we should trap it in a trash-can and throw it over the fence to wander the neighborhood with the jar and see how far it got.

Lee's mind went immediately to hitting it repeatedly with a shovel.

Being a guy (and not pregnant) Lee won. He ran and got a shovel and a head lamp. By the time he made it outside again, all that remained was an empty jar.

I'm still wondering where the possum went. Hopefully far far far far away.