Furry Beast
I was, as usual, sitting on my recliner with the laptop when Becky went out to toss a trash bag in a trash can. I had been playing around with Vim, a text editor for those programmer types who love Vi and Emacs and Pine, that sort of thing. You can write all sorts of plug-ins and scripts and things to make it uber-powerful. I was trying to figure out how to make it run Tidy (HTML checker) and capture the output, when Becky came back in breathing hard. “There’s a furry beast in the trash can!” she exclaimed. “With a pointy nose! And it’s alive!”
“Probably a ‘possum,” I opined, and went out to have a look. Sure enough, a small ‘possum, only ’bout a foot long, including tail, looked up at me, weakly. I snapped a couple pictures and went inside to call humane society. Should I just dump it out? Or should I take it to the wilderness somewhere? They recommended just dumping it out.
So out I went and tipped the trash can on its side. The little feller wasn’t too excited about coming out. I figured he/she was taking it easy, being a nocturnal creature and it was noon under a hot Kansas sun. So I went in and got it some water. It wasn’t too excited about that either. But it managed to drag itself out, and I noticed it was having a hard time just trying to stand up.
About this time it occurred to me it was going to die and, sure enough, a couple minutes later it did.
I reckon it must’ve climbed the chain link fence sometime and fell in, or else some unknown slob put it there. Might have been there a couple days; I think today was the first day we took any trash out since Thursday when the trash truck came by.
Later, I lost my remote control airplane.
Kathie says:
Oh the poor thing. Oh that’s so sad. 🙁 Well at least there was a kind soul at the end of it’s life…
kim says:
Poor lil’ guy! That’s a sad way to go.
I’d be freaked out about seeing him in there, but he was kinda cute in the picture.
John says:
Garsh, I’m amazed to see comments so fast! And nearly simultaneous! Did I send an email about new blog entries? Must have. It was a sorta cute little animal, except for being skin and bones and kinda dirty and that “verge of death” aura and…
The other article about my plane is more uplifting, as are the related photos.