I’m a true animal lover, I could sit and watch ants go about their day and really enjoy myself. I have rescued flies who were drowning in my dogs water bowl and although my house has a mouse infestation I refuse to poison but instead humanly trap and relocate. I have many stories of animal antics, heart warming tales of compassion and love but the one incident that LEAPS up in my minds eye involves a possum. It was time for bed therefore time to take my chihuahuas outside for a wee. While waiting for them to find the perfect spot to relieve themselves I heard some rustling in the trees above our shed. On closer inspection I saw a beautiful possum out and about for the night. The dogs had finished their business so we headed back inside but that possum was so cute I told my husband that he just had to come and see it for himself. So in the dead calm of night we both went outside to observe our native wildlife. We could hear every movement the possum made because the night seemed to be so very quiet then all of a sudden… BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFF. My husband let out a ripper of a fart that instantly scared the possum away. We are not talking a little gas relief here, we are talking high pressure “check your undies” sort of fart. The stillness of the night seemed to amplify it as well. With the possum gone we turned around to go inside but stopped dead in out tracks – there was our neighbour sitting on his back deck… in full view! He must have been watching us and it was simply impossible for him not to hear Luke “cutting the cheese”. We rushed back inside all embarrassed, as it turned out we moved from that house shortly after the possum incident. From now on I’ll do all my possum watching alone.
* This is part of Middle Zone Musings What I learned from Animals group writing project.
Your embarassment, is now Luke’s gastrointestinal feet, something of which he should be proud. As should you, just think he has the ability to chase away wild animals AND find relief all in one go.
Oh Jonathon… don’t encourage him. Now he’ll want to scare away larger animals as a test of him manhood!
Danielle, this certainly sounds like an explosive discovery! Hope your possum friend has recovered by now, because, speaking as a man, I can tell you there’s probably no hope for your husband.
Thanks for joining our writing project!
Cheers!
Hi,
I had no idea my flatulence would attract so much attention! However, I must venture to greater escapades involving EVEN BIGGER animals. Mr. Elephant I am eating beans… so watch the hell out!
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