Oh..."she's so "sweet" lookin'", everyone says.
I'm not puttin' that in my AHS log...nope. Don't think mom's gonna object, either.
Mom gave us a "last call" about 10pm, last nite. She wanted us to do our thing before that front came w/the rain.
We met her at the backdoor...she gave us that pointy finger "come right back" command. Even tapped Lexie on the nose an' had that finger right in front of her eye an' made her look at her, so she couldn't pretend she didn't know what mom was tellin' her. We grinned as usual, givin' her our "sure...of course, mom"...an' zoomed outside.
Mom finished puttin' stuff up in the kitchen, closin' down the house for the night....an' about 15 very quiet minutes from us...she was at the backdoor callin' an' whistlin'.
It was cold, damp....an' silent......it's that silent part that really gets her.....it always makes her suspicious...not sure why. We know what we're doin'.
Mom grabbed her lite an' headed out around the pond to the lil' orange tree. She didn't even bother lookin' anywhere else. First she saw me on the right side of it, checkin' the ground. Then she swung that lite to the left....there was Lexie.
Mom told me to go to the house, an' then went to Lexie. As the got closer...she saw Lexie pick somethin' up off the ground. Mom tried to grab her as she took off trottin' towards the house. With a pretty pitiful, "NOOOOOO"...mom desperately grabbed for Lexie's tail...but she slipped right outa mom's hand.
Mom took off after her, with me followin'. (I knew how this show was gonna end an' didn't want to miss it).
Mom walked into the house an' there was Lexie by dad's chair, just a grinnin' a waggin' her tail. Maybe it was a Christmas present....or maybe she was confirming that she came "right back".....just not alone.
Don't know...but when mom walked around the coffee table an' saw that big ol' possum layin' there w/those bared teeth....she wasn't thrilled.
She grabbed Lexie an' put her in her bedroom w/sleepin' dad. Then looked at that possum....was it playin' possum?...she didn't know..she wasn't gonna touch like they do on tv to find out....but it wasn't on a blanket or nothin'...just the rug. She wasn't gonna pick it up...couldn't "roll" into somethin'....what to do. An' she had to go back outside to get somethin' to put it in. I got on the couch to keep watch while she figured it out.
She hurried outside to get a bigger pot to put it in....then just grabbed a lil' log to use to push it into the pot. She didn't want to waste anytime lookin' for anythin'...'cause in case it was playin' possum...she didn't want it runnin' amuck in the livin' room..(guess she forgot that I wouldn't have let that happen....or the fact I wasn't concerned that would happen....duh)
Anyway, she came inside, quickly scooped it up....had me escort her to the back fence. Good thing she had left that thing to stand on, so she could dump it over the fence into the field...'cause she's short. This was a bigger pot, though an' she did have some concern she'd miss an' dump that possum on her head....not to mention the whole way out to the back, she was worried it would decide to climb outa that pot, if indeed it was playin' possum.
When she got back to the house, out came the pine sol an' she scrubbed the rug...then let Lexie...who was still grinnin' an' waggin' outa the bedroom. Lexie proceeded to double check the livin' room for her possum....but it didn't take her long to figure out mom had removed it.
After all this...mom washed up....then seein' us sittin' in our usuall spots w/ bright shinin' eyes an' grins, thinkin' we had done a great job protectin' her oranges...an' we hadn't been gone very long.....an' it was way early.....she gave us each a hug an' our nite time snack......an' then turned out the lites an' went to bed.