this morning #2314.

this morning, mom made things crystal clear for me. “one of those goddamn possums has got to go. this is not a zoo.” stated in super crude language that i had until tonight to decide which of my fur babies i would release back into the wild. i guess that she meant business but i’d already decided that i wasn’t going to listen to her demand. the nerve of her. how dare she even ask me to part with one of them? luckily, i know for a fact that she can’t tell them apart. she does know how to count though, so i just have to ensure that, when she’s near, all five of them aren’t in the same place at the same time. be strategic about where i keep the cages until a later date when i can convince her that they’re not hurting anyone. they just get a little bitey sometimes.