Big-City LA Living
So all last night my cat, Effie, is driving me batshit. He's meowing and meowing, I feed him, let him sleep on me, try to follow him, everything. But he won't shut up. And my dogs were acting a bit weird, too. So I finally get to sleep. Six hours later I groggily arise, and stumble over into my office, tailed eagerly by Virginia (one of the dogs) and Effie. I get into the office, pull back my desk chair, and see this:
Suddenly, it all made sense. That's why all the animals were going so crazy! They had a prisoner for me! A pretty big, hissing, teeth-bearing possum! Actually, I found out later they actually had nine prisoners for me, as this possum was a single possum momma, raising eight baby possums on a single possum's salary.
All in all, it's not a bad way to start a day. Keeps things fresh and exciting, unexpected animals. I especially like that I lived most of my life in North Carolina and never had a possum family camp out in my workspace, but now that I'm in LA, it's hillbilly living time.
And, for those of you wondering, my fiancée Sally (who grew up in rural West Virginia and had racoons for pets) helped me capture the family, give them lots of tasty food, and take them to a rescue center. I think they're working on a pilot for Fox now.
Posted by Jason Torchinsky on 05/03/2007 | Permalink
"raising eight baby possums on a single possum's salary"
Posted by: Holland Oats | May 4, 2007 10:19:03 AM
Dude, I did NOT need to see that first thing in the morning. We're in LA too, and in December we had THREE GIANT RACCOONS on our deck--hard to figure where they live when they're not running around on my roof.
We were in NC around the same time (I remember the first editions of Stay Free). Possums remind me of Garrett Road in Durham, off the 15-501--I taught at Jordan High School for a little while, and driving out Garrett Road, every morning there were new dead possums...bleck.
Posted by: Penn | May 4, 2007 12:05:24 PM
Ugh, possums. Everywhere here in SoCal, but I've never seen one get indoors.
Posted by: Evan | May 4, 2007 1:16:58 PM
I thought squirrels were cute until a couple of them made a nest between the floors of our house. Everyone I mentioned this to would tell me some horror story about squirrels. One guy had squirrels under his roof for so long that his ceiling became saturated with urine. Now I think they look like rats.
Posted by: carrie | May 4, 2007 2:02:19 PM
Jesus Christ I would have run out da house screaming!
Posted by: Lotta | May 6, 2007 1:23:33 AM
You have a patient and relaxed fiancee - I would have personally screamed "IT'S A RAT" and ran down the hall.
Posted by: Jersey Girl | May 15, 2007 5:03:36 PM
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