I heart possums
Sydney ate the poor widdle mouse she caught (ugh! with a soft crunch crunch — I had to leave the patio), and then soon after barfed it up. Also on the patio, of course. Guess I should have gotten a photo.
Well, it was getting dark and I just didn’t feel like dealing with it. I left it for the morning.
Got up this morning and checked the patio. No mouse barf!
Thank you, possum!
Every household should have its own possum. They make the best mess-disappearers.
