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Possum in the house

von Kiersten Jensen

Weitere Autoren: Tony Oliver (Illustrator)

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A frisky possum leads the family in a frenetic chase through the pantry, kitchen, bathroom, study, and other rooms of the house.
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This book, similar to 'Possum in the School' (by a different author and illustrator!) is about a possum who runs through separate rooms of the house and causes chaos.

Lil baby me was captivated by the super detailed illustrations -- their texture, colour, movement, titles of books on the floor. I lapped it all up. I loved it when animals or people got away with things in books, as long as they weren't inherently evil.

... now I'm going to tell you a different story. Strap in, it's a long one.

Go make some tea, grab a snack.

I grew up in Australia, where brush tail possums (like our hero on the cover here) are fairly common. They're territorial and like to return to the same trees a lot. Night after night, I'd hear them chasing each other across the roof, little feet as loud as thunder. They hissed, screamed and fucked each other like it was the last day of their lives. 3 years ago, a possum fell down the chimney of my adolescent home, into my mother's bedroom.

It was fine, it survived, but as you might imagine, it wrecked havoc. It pissed everywhere, pooped on her bed and hid inside the chimney any time I entered the room.

She wasn't home at the time, in fact she was away for three days.

I thought, fine. I'll be a patient girl. This guy's gotta go outside and do his thing at some point, he wants to get back into the tree so I'll just leave the door to the outside, to the very tree, wide open.

Every day, my dogs came down with me and stuck their noses up the chimney. They knew it was up there. One of my dogs, a beagle, knew it to the very core of her being and would not move from that spot unless I lead her out on leash.

When my mum came home, she had only one question. Has the possum left?

I said I definitely thought so, I heard it run out into the yard one night. Her room was still clean, sheets freshly washed, no sign of poop on her pillow. We both exhaled.

... and then like a day later, when she was watching TV in another room, it jumped on her head to hide behind the couch. She tried to herd it outside with a broom, but it wouldn't budge. It hid underneath a spare bed or the couch, dashing back and forth or playing possum - totally immovable and pretending (or wishing) it was dead.

My mum asked for my help. The possum removal people (yeah, they're a thing) were closed for the weekend and there'd be nothing we could do until Monday. What to do till then other than somehow get it outside and definitely not in the house?

I thought about it, and I decided to defer to Paris, our beagle. Now, Paris is a completely neurotic rescue we got 3 years prior. She is skittish, obsessive, afraid of men, storms, fireworks, hoards food and is completely almost untrainable and I loved her. I still do. She's a spirited, sassy little piece of work who takes shit from no one if she wants something. (She's my profile picture!)

I took her downstairs, on a lead, and led her to the bed. She crouched under it, crawled underneath it and waited. The possum hissed. Then it screamed.

Then it was fucking bedlam. The possum was leaping everywhere trying to avoid Paris, knocking off pieces of furniture and bric-a-brac from the bedside tables. Paris was focused and keen and unlike I'd ever seen her before. She'd had no training, but she was tracking this possum effortlessly.

She spat out a mouthful of its super dense fur (she hadn't bitten it, I checked) and chased it behind the couch. The possum was on one side of the couch, she was on the other. Neither of them moved. The possum was playing dead, and she was a patient girl.

She knew it was there. She would wait.

But, now I realised we still had the same issue. I looked at the possum (petrified, but alive and unharmed, trying not to breathe) and realised it still wanted to go between the couch and the bed. The open door was on the other side of the room, across a wide open expanse the possum thought was too risky to cross.

I tied Paris to the end of the bed, and my mum and I herded the possum out from behind the couch with a broom. The possum went for the bed, saw my dog and bolted in the other direction -- outside.

The possum lived to fight another day. And it was outside the house, thank fuck.

I think my mum, who loved Paris, looked at her in a new light. So did I. I almost wanted to stop strangers on the street and be like, yeah, your dog is cool but can she effectively hunt a possum without killing it? Because guess who didn't have to pay the possum guy $200 to come set a trap to have him collect it within the next week? That's right.

My neurotic dog was now a focused, brilliant hound true to her tri-colour coat. She was a true huntress, guided by instinct and totally excellent.

Paris, on her part, fattened with bones and smooches, tracked the scent of the possum all over the house and all over the yard incessantly for the next three days. Stopping at bushes, the couch, the bed, craning her little neck to look into the trees.

We'd call her to come inside, but she had a grudge and so was selectively deaf unless we opened the fridge loud enough for her to hear.

So, in summary, little tiny small Lydia, a possum in your house seems like great fun, but it's not.

Dogs, however, are still unequivocally the best and you can put your faith in them in the world's most trying moments. ( )
  lydia1879 | Feb 1, 2020 |
A possum runs amok in the house - knocking things over, causing a mess. Great for little readers and listeners to follow the possum around a house, seeing the different things in different rooms. Not sure a possum would get such a free run in MY house however! ( )
  ForrestFamily | Nov 18, 2008 |
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