Monday, August 18, 2008

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the yard

After the Headless Possum Incident, it took several days before I could go into the yard without having heart palpitations. I finally made it back out there, and everything was just fine for a while.

Then I nearly stepped on a little jawbone. A perfectly clean, white jawbone, filled with tiny, dagger-like teeth.

Aaaaaaand ... we're back inside the house. Possibly forever.

Jay swears the jawbone was not there when he last mowed. He speculates that the possum's ghost is using the jawbone to send us some kind of message from the beyond.

2 comments:

The Mama Monkey said...

Aaaahhhhh! I don't blame you! Don't you just wonder where the skull is now...

Anonymous said...

We once had a possum incident, too... my hubby carried the body 1/2 mile away into a cornfield and left it there (along with a shoe that got stuck in the mud in the field).

A week later -- the JAWBONE showed up. IN OUR FRONT YARD! It was very freaky... hubby took it out again and buried it 2 feet deep.

Two days later -- JAWBONE in the front yard again! I was ready to move. This time, hubby drove it 10 miles away and buried it in another cornfield in a box taped over about 500 times with duct tape. We haven't seen it since! And if we do -- I am definitely moving!

We never saw the shoe again...