Last weekend Archie took my car to a 21st birthday party that was a few hours from Sydney and out in the bush and where my car had to go along a lot of dirt roads. He brought it back so filthy it is impossible to tell what colour the car is. He said he’d clean it.
But before he could do the right thing he needed the car again so he could go to the opening of a musical, somewhere about an hour from home. As I was having a night in, I didn’t mind him taking the car but I did suggest he empty it first of the two swags, the pillows, the unnamed clothing items and Arabella’s ex-boyfriend’s shoes.
Off he drove all dressed up in black tie with the swags, pillows, unnamed clothing items and that pair of shoes just about causing me a seizure.
At 1.30am we were doing what normal people do at 1.30am and that is sleeping when there was very loud knocking on the door, thumping even. I knew it would be Archie. Carl got up to let him in and I heard a voice say, ‘Forgot my keys’. Standard. He didn’t forget them, he just never takes them with him.
And then I heard something about someone being ‘a bloody bastard’ and other words where the only decipherable one was ‘possum’.
The next morning I’d forgotten all about the 1.30am intrusion and it wasn’t until lunchtime when I glanced at facebook and saw Archie’s latest status and I noticed there was a photo of a possum. Beneath the photo it said, ‘Some bloody bastard ran over this poor little girl last night and didn’t even stop. Set her up with some water, banana, dried fruit and a nice safe bed for the night. She seems to be better this morning so I think I’ll take her down to my friends at the zoo to be looked at and hopefully get re-released. Gorgeous little thing.’
I made a comment. I asked, ‘Is that animal somewhere in the house, Archie?’
Archie read my comment then came downstairs holding something very carefully which he’d thoughtfully wrapped in one of my pillow cases – nothing is off-limits. He sat down on the couch and opened up the pillow case and there was a ringtail possum looking rather nervous.
‘Where did you get that?’
‘Mum; I was driving home last night and the car in front of me hit a possum and just kept on driving. Didn’t even stop; the bastard. I saw her just roll and tumble across the road then just lie there. I pulled over as fast as I could and ran back to her and she wasn’t moving. She must have been stunned. Lucky I still had all that stuff in the boot of the car…’
Everything always works out for Archie.
‘…because I wrapped her in some clothing and brought her home’.
‘Where’s she been sleeping?’
‘In my room. She’s drinking and eating; I think she’s fine. But I’ll just take her off to the vet so she can be properly checked’.
But then the dogs, my hunting dogs, entered the room and they love the smell of possum. And they weren’t too pleased that one was being patted and cuddled on ‘their’ couch. Rosie gave the possum a bit of a sniff then turned her head away and refused to look. Ruby’s behaviour, her act of spite brought on by a jealous rage, was much worse and I’ll spare you the details.
Anyway, after lots of cuddles from Archie, he put the possum back in the pillow case and took it up to the vet. He was back not long after and said, ‘Mum, the vet says this is the luckiest possum in the world; it’s lost a nail and nothing else and still has all it’s reflexes and ability to climb trees’.
‘Great, then you can release it back into the wild’.
‘Mum, we’re actually becoming really good friends. I think I’m going to keep her for a while’.
‘We can’t keep wild animals in the house, Archie, and just imagine if Ruby finds her’.
‘I’ll keep her for a little while and then I’ll take her back. I think we’re bonding; she hasn’t bitten me.’
‘Just take her outside and let her climb up a tree’.
‘I can’t do that’.
‘Yes you can’.
‘No mum, she has to be released where I found her. I’ll have to take your car to Epping and drop her back there’.
‘That’s half an hour away; she’ll be fine living here; take her outside’.
But Archie didn’t do that, nor did he drive to Epping. The possum is still here. Yesterday he took it on an outing to the local cafe and showed it to the crowd of people queuing for coffees. Today he’s taken it to the zoo, ‘just to be checked out’.
‘Please God, may the people in the zoo talk some sense into Archie. We cannot keep a ringtail possum in our house’.
Thank you for your prayers.
Update: We’ve had a quick answer to prayer. Archie is back from the zoo. Minus the possum. The possum is being x-rayed and thoroughly checked and when they know absolutely certainly that she is okay, they will drive her to Epping and she will be re-released. Archie can now concentrate on the task at hand and that is to clean my car. I’m saying three ‘hallelujahs’.
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