Stumbled out of bed this morning at 7 am to do laundry because I had no clothes to wear & couldn't leave the house... half asleep, loading clothes into the washer, and a big old ratpossum ran over my foot.
I didn't scream like a girl. No, I am not like that. Critters don't make me squeamish, and I don't climb on top of a chair when I see a mouse.
However, being startled when half asleep is a different story. So instead of screaming like a girl, I screamed like a Hollywood starlet in a B-grade slasher flick having her head sawed off with a rusty hacksaw.
Sustained chain-screaming at top volume:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaa-aaaaaa-aaaa-aaaaaaa-aaaaah!
After that I was fully awake, and so were my neighbors. The woman from two doors down was peeking through her curtains, fearing a home invasion or something. We waved at each other:
ME WAVING: "I'm OK! Just a murderous ratpossum attacking my slippers with its feet as it tries to run away!"
HER WAVING: "OK! I won't call 911!"
Why am I calling it a ratpossum? because I am not absolutely sure what it was--either a large, white rat, or a young opossum. I'm leaning toward opossum because its tail felt prehensile when it slithered over my foot.
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