Oh-Possum

We all had quite the entertainment tonight at the Basileia House. After watching Rabbit Proof Fence (which, at this exact time, I am making a copy of - I would suggest watching it), Scott went out back to check the cages that have been set to catch the neighborhood stray cats to be neutered tomorrow. There are three traps set, one of which already had been sprung by a fat black cat and was sitting in the back room, covered by towels. Apparently a local vet was given a grant to neuter/spay any cats that were brought in by local residents in the area - and the Basileia House has a freakin' Woodstock sized community of strays under the house. So Scott comes in and exclaims that we caught a raccoon, possum, or "something". Turned out to be a possum, scared so bad that it laid the largest turd in the cage, then while we attempted to release it, continually peed itself. That thing smelled like the inside of a fake leg filled with Indian food. Scott, Jenn and I stood on chairs (while Tiana peered through the window and laughed at us), attempting to open the trap and release the poor guy with a hanger, but the possum had attached itself to the side and wouldn't budge. I finally put on a glove, got on the ground and opened the cage while Jenn tipped the cage upside down, but it clung on for dear life. We set it back down and after a minute or so it darted out and scurried up the side of the latice work in the backyard and perched to hiss at us. That was one scared, ugly varmit. That was the end of the infestation entertainment for the night, we finished up by watching the Buena Vista Social Club.