A couple Saturdays ago, I went to the store. In the middle of the alley was this large, furry dead possum. It was big. I made a mental note to call the village hall on Monday (closed on saturday and sunday) to let them know and get someone out here to take care of it.
That Monday morning, I noticed that the possum was gone. Or so I thought. Tuesday, while driving by one of the driveways on the alley, I saw the dead possum in the driveway. Um, ok. I didn't think anything of it, except to shake my head, because now that it was on private property, the town won't do anything about it.
A week goes by. The possum is getting pretty disgusting. I make a point of turning my head away so that I don't see it.
Yesterday morning, I turn my head, and what do I see? Dead possum, THE dead possum, in this other neighbor's driveway. It is barely recognizable as a possum anymore. Ew.
My kitchen window looks down the alley, so while I'm washing dishes, I'm also watching who is coming and going, lol. Today, I watch the guy with the possum in his driveway come home, pull into his driveway, go into his garage, grab a shovel, and then toss the barely recognizable (and still very dead) possum across the alley.
Seriously? Would it have been so hard to just call the village hall in the first place?
I have to admit that part of me is laughing. These people are arguing over a dead possum. *sigh*
I have a new kit coming out this week. Here's a quick, up close and personal peek at it:
It has glitter, acrylic, and rusted elements. It debuts on Thursday, I'll post then with the full size image. 
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