Ever wonder what goes through a wild animal’s mind?
If you’ve had a chance to read my story, “SomeTHING’s in the Garage” you may be disturbed to know that this is a sequel!
The morning after my 3 a.m. encounter with the possum and crazy radio, I decided to clean out the garage! Take that wild animals! No more hiding places for you!
What a disaster our garage has been! A few months ago we finally emptied our storage unit in town after 7 years. I bet you can guess where it all landed…
All day I worked on the garage. Ugh! Where’d we get all that junk? Finally I got it most of it organized.
However, there’s a giant air compressor, a table saw, and a lathe I can’t even begin to think about moving and just past those is an old recliner. Fair enough, I cleaned up all around it and the garage was looking gooood.
I set a bag of cat food and a glass bowl on top of the roll top desk and the cat’s food bowl on a low shelf a few feet away.
When I went to bed that night, I heard a loud noise in the garage. Hmmmm. What’s that cat doing in there? She’s loud. I figured she’d settle down and I went to bed.
Well… In the morning I discovered that both cats had spent the night inside the house. Oh. Great. SomeTHING’s back!
Sure enough! SomeTHING had been on top of the roll top desk and the glass bowl was shattered on the floor. The cat food bag lay beside it OPEN! And, the cat food bowl a few feet away? Tipped on its side.
Really? Really! After the radio thing? Makes me wonder if that possum told his friends “I found a place with some grub, but man, it’s loud!”
Well, I didn’t know what to do! Keep the garage door open or closed? Was it still in there? I decided to leave it open hoping whatever it was would run for its life. When it was close to getting dark, I shut the door.
Later when I was getting Little Bit ready for bed, there was a bunch of commotion in the garage. Are you kidding me?
I opened the door and over in the corner behind the air compressor near the recliner where I couldn’t see, someTHING was moving around.
Enough already! My husband was bowling and I messaged him. He said he’d look when he got home. He looked and said he couldn’t find anyTHING.
The following morning we were gifted a lovely trail of greasy footprints after it apparently stepped into the grease bucket.
Good grief, what a mess. But, hey, at least this time nothing turned on the radio!