forgo daily

My girlfriend (you remember Cylindria) hit a possum last night. She was on the phone when it happened. I’m scared riding with her when she’s driving while on the phone. I guess possums should be, too.

But, she didn’t do a very thorough job. The possum wasn’t dead. And when I get home, she’s freaking out. Saying “the possum looked at me”, “it’s hurt! it’s trying to crawl around” and “I don’t know what to do!”. Ugh.

So, I do what I guess is the right thing to do. I grab a shovel, tell her to stay there and head back to scene. When I get there, it’s moved a few feet off of the road. I pace around for a minute, trying to figure out what to do.

I start freaking out a bit. I call some people for some tips on what to do with an injured animal. One person says, “it’s hard to kill an animal.” That doesn’t help me. Pictures of a guy bashing an undying animal in the head over and over flash through my mind. Someone else, perhaps who I trust a bit more for an issue like this, says, “yeah, a shovel to the head will kill it.” That’s a bit more encouraging.

I have to work now. To be continued…