Jeneration X: One Reluctant Adult's Attempt to Unarrest Her Arrested Development; Or, Why It's Never Lancaster, Jen (read more books .txt) š
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We follow her gaze all the way to the back of the yard where we spyā¦ something gray with a pink tail.
āThat is the biggest freaking rat Iāve ever seen!ā I shriek.
āJen, itās a possum,ā he replies between bites of his Billy Club sandwich. āYou really need to have your vision rechecked.ā
Darkly, I reply, āI wouldā¦ if my assistant ever made me an eye doctor appointment.ā
āIāll put it on the list.ā
Donāt get me started about The List.
I hate The List.
I want to punch The List.
Every time I need something done, Fletch says heās going to put it on The List but at this point, since nothing in the history of ever has actually been accomplished on The List, I donāt believe The List even exists.
The List is a Lie.
I scrub at my eyes and squint at the distance between me and the possum. āWhatās he doing?ā
Fletch peers out the window behind him. āHe appears to be eating dog shit. Thatās what they do; they consume waste.ā
This is so wrong.
I drop the salt and vinegar chip Iām about to eat. āSo, what youāre telling me is this possum is a giant rat, only with a better PR department. Are you going to call the doody removal service now? Please?ā
Recently we had a few warm days when the snow in the yard melted and all the dog crap that magically disappeared in the winter magically reappeared. The guys who mow our lawn are supposed to take care of this but we wonāt see them until spring. Also, their usual preferred method of āremoving itā entails driving a riding mower over it, chopping it into a thousand shards, and then nodding enthusiastically when I inquire if itās gone. The whole thing turned into a bit of a Mexican standoff [In the figurative sense, not the pejorative.] and we need a better long-term solution.
He nods complacently. āItās on the list.ā
I grit my teeth. āIn the interim, weāre just going to have the possum take care of it?ā
He takes a thoughtful chew. āWeād probably need to bring in more than one possum for that to be an effective solution.ā
This? Right here? Is why heās a terrible employee.
But if I fired him, Iād have to pay him unemployment. [I checked.]
I make the executive decision to find a waste removal service my damn self and it turns out we can get weekly poop-removal for eleven dollars! Eleven dollars!! I canāt imagine how the company possibly makes a profit by only charging eleven dollars because the time needed to pick up the dogsā deposits is not insignificant.
Maybe we use the same accountant?
I hope theyāre up-cycling the waste somehow and selling it as fertilizer so it makes financial sense because Iād like for them to stay in business so I never handle dog poop again. Last year we had a tiny yard and a lot of snow, so in the spring it fell to me to do clean-up as Fletch was busy at his job drinking lattes and wearing shirts with fancy cuffs. A sudden thaw left us with a backyard that looked like the open sewers of Bombay and even though I was wearing protective rubber boots up past my ankles, letās just say they werenāt high enough. As I sloshed through the SlushPoopyā¢, I would have happily paid someone ten times eleven dollars. When I finished my gruesome mission, I stripped everything off from the underpants down and threw it all away. That I didnāt somehow catch hookworm is nothing short of a miracle.
After lunch I snap a photo of the possum and post it on my Facebook page. People write on my wall telling me that if weāre seeing a nocturnal animal in the daytime, heās likely ill. When I relay this information to Fletch, he replies, āHow do you know theyāre sick? Was he in his bathrobe? Did he have a tiny cup of tea?ā
So now I have yet another furry creature to worry about. Poor little Libby almost died as a puppy because of starvation, which is why I never give her too hard a time when she steals food. We didnāt get her until she was perfectly healthy, but I still have trouble letting down my guard. Both my cats Tucker and Jordan seem happy enough, but at seventeen and eighteen respectively, theyāre thinner and less energetic than they were back in their heyday.
Of course, Maisy has her issues and even though sheās doing well, particularly because of Libby, I perpetually fret over the āwhat ifs.ā
I donāt quite know what to do with a sick possum or how I might go about having him treated. If I could even get my hands on him, Iād probably have to take him to a different vet because Iām kind of embarrassed about my last visit when I took Tucker in for date rape.
Yeah.
Talking about this visit at lunch is fun.
āWhat do you mean your cat is a ādate rapist?āā Gina asks, while Stacey and Tracey gawp at me, trying to form questions.
I set down my grilled cheese because I probably canāt recount the story without hand gestures. āYou know how Libby had a little adjustment period when we first got her? Everyone was jealous and there was some aggression. Weād keep them from fighting and in turn Loki and Maisy would get frustrated so theyād hump each other.ā
Everyoneās witnessed this at my house at one time or another and itās a sight to behold. Maisyās always been the main culprit and whatās so weird is sheās female and generally opts to hump the wrong
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