Since I moved into my new place, I've since revised my opinion on possums being cute. Well, perhaps they still look cute, but when they're running around on your roof in the middle of the night and making stupid noises in your attic, it's less cute and more irritating. Allow me to elaborate.
On Saturday night I was woken up at about 4am by a big THUMP in the night. At the time I assumed it was just somebody else in the building getting home late from partying and slamming their door, and I didn't think anything of it.
Later on Sunday I was doing stuff around the house and I decided to stick my head into the neutral hallways that bisects the house. It doesn't belong to any of the four units, merely joins the front entrance to the back yard. I look in and I see a kitty cowering in the corner. I start to approach, "Here kitty kitty," when it looks at me with big lantern eyes. "Wait a second, you're not a kitty, you're a possum!"
At that point, it started flipping out and trying to climb the walls to escape what was obviously a predator coming right for it. Meanwhile, I opened up the door to the outside and flushed it out with a broom. It is one of my great regrets that I didn't get out my camera to videotape this thing tearing out into the bright afternoon sun.
Afterwards, I was trying to figure out where this thing came from. I couldn't find any possum sized holes in the hallway, until I looked above me and found a trap door in the ceiling that went right up underneath the roof. That's when it struck me - this stupid possum falling out of the ceiling was the thud I heard the night prior. It must've fallen into the hole and not been able to get back up to its roost.
The next night it was back to making stupid noises and messing around on the roof. Possums have definitely crossed the line between 'cute and novel' and 'tiresome and irritating.'
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