Apparently Possums Like Tortilla Chips

If I weren't faced with cleaning it up tomorrow, this story would be funny.

I was about to go to bed when I noticed the cat leaned up against the front door window staring intently outside. I went over, flipped on the light and almost had a heart attack. There was a possum.

I had set a bag of trash out before I left this morning, planning on having Kevin take it to the dump today. Usually, I put it in the back of the pick up truck on my way by, but it was raining and I was trying to get Ellie's carseat in the car and get to Josh's football game. When we got home, it was late and dark and I never thought about it. MISTAKE.

The possum has ripped the bag open, removed the bag of tortilla chips -- well, crumbs were what was really left -- and proceeded to have a picnic on the front porch. After watching him nose through the rest of the bag, I cracked the door open and told him to skeedaddle, which he did (for now). I suspect he'll be back later on tonight to see if he missed anything. YUK.

So, tomorrow morning, before church, I suppose I'll be cleaning up "post-possum".