Ugly is such a harsh word. No one likes to be called it. It's mean...however, last night I saw an ugly little critter in my garage. It's beady little eyes peered at me over the top of my flower pot. A possum!
My first thought was how cute a baby. My second thought - CRUD! I bet its mother is around here somewhere! My third thought was What time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee! (Emphasis added!) I mentally created my get-away strategy and then counted down 3-2-1 before hurling myself out of Rosie and making a mad-dash for the cottage.
Once inside the confines of my sweet little place of residence my heart returned to a normal rhythm and I was able to gather my whits and send a text to my landlord. The return message informed me that he is going to get the garage door fixed. Praise the Lord - because I don't really want to meet up with any other critters...and HELLO - it's going to be getting colder & animals tend to go a-lookin' for warmer housing.
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