Karen A writes:
"Last night I walked to the bathroom, turned on the light (thank GOD i turned on the light) rounded the corner and saw…well, I didn’t know what it was. I saw an ear and gray/black fur and that’s as far as I could go. I called linda saying something like "um…lINDA! there is SOMETHING as big as a SMALL rabbit in our toilet. YES! I’M SERIOUS! hurry up, I’m gonna cry." It ended up being a opossum. When Linda got him out he was all shivery and baby and then i called him lil’ winkie. We put him in a carrier with towels and left him outside hoping that he’d make it until the morning. It’s funny how he went from disgusting, horrid creature to pitiful, little baby. He is fine today, Linda’s going to take him to the Prairie Park Nature Center."
She continues: "The worst part of the whole experience is the what if’s that keeprunning through my head. What if I didn’t turn on the light? I hardlyever turn on the light at night to pee. What if I went to pee and itbrushed against my butt? Or if i was wiping and it touched my hand?Karen think’s that I would have thought I had a opossum baby, which ispossible. Then we would have to name him Jesus and it would be amiracle to be investigated by the church. Seriously, and where the helldid he come from? There are no openings anywhere in the house (wechecked because i was convinced that his big, mean, momma was under thebed) so the only conclusion that we can come to is that he crawled upthe pipe. ugahhblaghhshivercreepyfreakout."
Karen A.—too funny.