I sent my son to play outside yesterday afternoon while I cleaned dishes and worked on dinner inside. Less than a minute later he walked back into the kitchen and asked, “What’s this mom?”
“Huh?” I asked without looking up, distracted by what I was working on.
“What’s this mom?” he asked again, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was holding something up in front of him.
It was slow motion as I turned toward him and fully saw what he was holding in his hand.
And way too big to be a mouse!
That’s all I registered before I started screaming.
“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhhhhh!!!” I screamed, waving my hands in the air, and ran out of the kitchen, before I realized I had to go back and tell him to get rid of it.
“Throw it out, throw it back outside!” I screeched, trying not to look at what was in his hand. Not wanting to think about what it might have been. (This was NOT one of those times where the blogger mom in me said, “Wait honey, hold one, I want to get the camera!”)
He threw it back out the open door behind him and looked at me, “What mom?” he asked, so innocently.
“You need to wash your hands, right now.” I responded, my heart was beating fast and I was trying to calm myself down and figure out what I was going to do.
As I washed his hands at the sink, I heard the dog making gagging noises, and realized that she was outside and might have been trying to eat the dead animal.
So I ran to the door to make sure the dog wasn’t messing with the animal and that’s when I saw what it was, a dead baby possum! Oh, gross!!
I’m still shuddering as I sit here and think about it. That kind of thing TOTALLY grosses me out. But my son had absolutely no problem picking it up by the tail and bringing it inside to show me.
Well, the rest of the story is that I, of course, called my husband for support, and he told me to scoop it up with a shovel and throw it in the garbage. I found a snow shovel in the garage, but I just couldn’t bear to scoop it up onto the shovel. So, I found a rake and used that to scrape it up onto the shovel and dumped it into the garbage can, all with my eyes squeezed shut, and my face turned the other way so I didn’t have to actually see what I was doing.
And screaming the whole time.
That’s right. Apparently that’s how I deal with stuff that I can’t deal with. I scream and yell and make a lot of noise.
I’m sure the neighbors thought I was going crazy.
So did my son.
“Why are you freaking out mom? ‘Cause of the possum?”
Yes, honey. Mommy is freaking out because of the dead possum that you just brought into the house. Yes, I am.
But hey, I took care of it. I did it. I didn’t just leave it for my husband to handle when he got home. And for that I am proud.
Even if I was freaking out the entire time!
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