happy july!

Dave's energy level has definitely picked up over the last two days. Hooray for that!

We had an adventure today. It was Mike's day off, so while I was doing my normal morning routine, about 7:30 am, he comes in and tells me there's a baby possum in our recycling can. Ew. I'm not a possum fan - I saw one crossing the road once, with it's little babies hanging on, six pairs of eyes staring at me, and I'm scarred for life. The stupid thing is curled up, on top of our bottles and cans, sleeping. So we called animal control for our county, and the number was disconnected. Next, I tried the police non-emergency number, and was told that they would call animal control.

Mike waited and waited, to no avail. Somehow, he found an alternate number and called them around eleven. This was the conversation:
Animal Control: "we don't come out for that."
Mike: "so, what should I do? Is there someone who does?"
AC: "tip the can over and let it out."
Mike: "I have a dog, it might have rabies, and I don't want it running around my yard."
AC: "wait until night. They're nocturnal."
Mike: "no thanks."

Seriously??? That's the best they can do? Mike walked the recycling can down to the park and let it go there. Hopefully it won't find it's way back...