GOT POSSUM? (I didn't) *part 1*

I never said I was the smartest, I never said I was the best at anything, I never said I didn't make bad choices and that all became evident on Sunday.

So Sunday morning, Bat Girl and I headed up to a little farm to visit a friend of ours. The little farm is very beautiful- it's quiet and the fall colors are spilling off the tree branches like paint dripping onto the floor. The ground is covered with color, the fall gardens are packed with collard greens, pumpkins, turnips and other fall treasures. This little farm is a sight to behold. As we walked on the narrow pathway into thicker trees, my eyes fell to the ground and stopped on something pure white and shiny. I leaned in to get a closer look and ...

(please, please, please don't judge me here...)

There was a decayed possum skeleton. I got a little closer and its little, perfect possum teeth were just sitting there in a deteriorated jaw BEGGING to be yanked on. I couldn't even begin to help myself ... my mind was racing with thoughts of bringing a very interested 6 year old a possum tooth home from the farm... I wondered what she would think about it, how she would think it was so cool- I mean kids WEAR shark tooth necklaces, not that I was going to make her a possum tooth necklace because I WAS NOT, I promise... BUT still animal teeth are very interesting..... am I wrong here?

Before I could help myself my hand just reached down towards that shiny little treasure. Visions of pearly white teeth danced in my head. I grasped that little tiny sucker and do you know it was REALLY sharp? I pulled and pulled and no matter how much that little guy was decomposed that tooth would NOT budge! (I hated to pick up the whole skull, I mean I have SOME boundaries you know) I compromised and tried a bottom tooth instead... before I knew it, my finger slipped off that little white gem and CUT MY THUMB!

Not until that very moment had I thought about this being a very bad idea. I had never even considered that this might be dangerous... I mean IT'S DEAD... right??? Decomposing things don't bite... it's not like I wasn't SURE it was dead first...

Anywhooo..... fast forward to a little later, we walked around the farm, my mind not wandering far from the sore spot on my thumb...We said goodbye to our dear friend, hugging him and wishing him well and drove away. As we travelled farther down the road, we had not spoken of the possum incident. I don't think either one of us wanted to re-live it. Bat Girl might have thrown herself in front of the carcass if she had even considered I might touch it, I think she and I were both surprised when I reached down into the possum abyss...

... but my thumb was throbbing and I knew I probably should tell Bat Girl.... after all what if I started foaming at the mouth or worse my jaw locked and I couldn't speak at all... I was panicking a little inside...

to be continued.....