Sunday night, Laura and I were sitting on the couch looking at pictures from my trip, when we heard a noise that sounded like something was digging through our trash. When we investigated it a little further the noise wasn’t coming from outside our door but from the kitchen. Opening the counter under the sink I revealed a wee possum, who had climbed in through the plumbing chase and then through the oversized hole for the sink drain. We scooped him up in a pot with a spatula and kept him for a few minutes in our trash can, in order to get a picture (we tried feeding him a tortilla, but he was a little too scared to eat it). I released him back outside (I must not have gotten any of my father's varmit killing genes). Here is a picture of the little guy:
Oh and if anyone can guess the reference in my title, they get bonus points.