Baby O

Mark and I give our neighbors lots of reasons to laugh at us. Most recently, if they just so happened to be looking out of their windows at the right time, they would have witnessed our Baby O Adventure. That's right. We get ourselves into some weird adventures.

It was, I don't know, the Thursday or Friday night before Easter. It was pretty late, and Mark went outside into our back yard for a minute and came in and said "I think there is an animal in our backyard" and proceeded to open the dining room window while we both peered out into the darkness. "There was something furry by the tree that ran off."

I couldn't see a darn thing. BUT, I could HEAR something. "What the flippity flap is that!?" I said, as I left the window,threw a hoody over my nightgown, and went for the back yard. Mark followed me and we saw a bunch of little somethings crawling around in the dark on our back lawn. There was an obnoxious barking sound, not like a dog, but like a wild animal. I was perturbed and intrigued and had Mark go back inside for a light and the BB gun. (We seriously need some outdoor lighting for our patio.)

When he came back, this is what our yard looked like... this is how we entertain our neighbors...

 

I was thinking a spot light, or a flash light.... but no, the crazy love of my life went inside, grabbed the lamp that I have sitting on our piano, removes the shade, and sets it in our yard plugged into an electrical extension cord. Yeeeaaaah. 

After I give him this look and he goes "What? You wanted a light!" and while I finish laughing my butt off, we find it. We find the little barking bugger that got left behind in our yard...

 

This is Baby O, the opossum that was crawling around barking for his mama in our yard. I snapped a few pictures of him and, at one point, says to Mark "If the mom isn't around, we are so saving him!" (Ever since  Bunny Butler, I've been on the lookout for wild animals in need.) It wasn't necessary, however, because Big Mama was still lingering... and she was a-watchin'... and when I realized it... I FLIPPED! I screamed "Ruuuuuuunnnnnn!" and Mark turns around and makes his way for the garage door. I. Have. Never. Seen. A. Man. Run. Slower. I was like "Go! Go! Gogogogogo! GOOOO!" and all the way Mark is doing that tip-toe run towards the door and I'm thinking Big Mama is going to go all Mama-Bear-Ape-Shat on me because I was photographing Baby O while she's sitting by our shed hiding in the dark, and I am just sure ready to tear Mark and I to shreds. 

I should mention... I know jack-crap about opossums. I learned the next day that they are the slowest things ever. LOL Still... I got a good laugh at Mark's lame arse excuse of a run, who said "I wasn't scared!" as his excuse. For me, it was like one of those dreams where you are trying to run away from something and no matter how hard you try you can't seem to get good speed. I was sure we were going to die. Okay, so that's a little extreme and dramatic, but I was sure Big Mama was only inches away from attacking me.

Nope, I really wasn't kidding when I said we provide good entertainment for the neighbors. You could probably picture it - the two of us, in our pajamas, armed with a pretty lamp, a BB gun, and a fancy Canon camera while I'm screaming for my life and trying to get my slow boyfriend to run away from a opossum that is sitting completely still a good 25 or 30 feet away. It was ridiculously funny. 

We could sell tickets and make some money off this stuff.