Except . . . In this small alley lives a not so small possum. I hate possums, with that rat tail and those beady eyes and the way they hiss at you. Disgusting. Problem solved, I will not go in the alley when it's dark, even if it means taking a cold shower. And if I must go back there to get the gas turned on for the hot plate, it's one of those deals where I look back in the alley, listen for that nasty possum, turn on the gas, open the line and then Usain Bolt my ass back to the house.
¡Guácala!
Loving this blog Sarah! You're making me laugh daily!! Sounds like you are adjusting well to not having the conveniences that we all take for granted back in the states. I think you have a lot of your dad's blood in you to enjoy roughing it so much. Pretty soon you will have that possum mounted on the wall, in true Scott fashion! :) See you in March.....love you! Aunt Shelley
ReplyDeleteGood news - well, that sounds super mean but, the possum is gone, he got squished by a taxi in the road. I finally feel safe to light the hot water heater. Hurry up and get here Aunt Shelley!! XOXO
ReplyDeleteHaha! At least you saw the evidence, I guess. :) Any other interesting creatures?
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