A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
Tucker, our dachshund, got up at 1:30 a.m. the other morning and wanted to go outside.
This is not unusual. I got up and walked with him to the kitchen to let him go out back. I did not put on shoes or my glasses.
I will not make that mistake again.
He started sniffing at the door from the garage to the back yard which was latched open leaving a small space between it and the wall.
I looked and saw what I thought was one of his balls behind the door. It was just out of my reach so I grabbed the mop and used the handle to scoot it forward.
As I reached to pick it up a baby possum hissed at me!
I was very glad I had not grabbed it. I stood for a few minutes trying to decide what to do.
Since I wasn’t wearing shoes, I didn’t want to chase it out in the back yard. Being unable to see without my glasses, I was afraid I would step on something and really hurt myself.
I left it alone and went back to bed. It was gone when I got up the next morning. Hopefully, it was as scared as I was and will not come back.
If so, I will at least be able to see it before I start reaching because I will grab my glasses the next time Tucker decides he has to go out in the middle of the night.
I thought of this eyeglass commercial:
I’m grateful it was Tucker who followed me back into the house.
That’s one of those moments when you wonder if you might be better off in a high rise condo. But where would you put the chickens?