You know your day is not starting well when you almost succeed in peeing your pants within 10 minutes of waking up.
This morning, I awoke to the sweet sounds of my phone alarm going off. So I proceeded to hop out of bed and go downstairs to make myself my Breakfast of Champions: CheeriosĀ®. Noticing that our trash was overflowing in the kitchen and also knowing that probably no one would take it out anytime soon…I tied it up and got ready to take it outside. I was looking like a serious hot mess with my massive bedhead, Lisa Loeb glasses on, and green fuzzy slippers. If that’s not a great pop culture reference, I don’t know what else is. Not a good look for me really.
So I opened up the back door and went to throw the trash into the can. Except there was already something in the can. Sweet Zeus’ Beard was there already something in the can. And it was something that appeared to be fuzzy, had a stripe, and was moving.
I threw my trash down into other trashcan, stifled my scream, and booked it back into the house which was actually pretty impressive given I had on slippers (I will thank my Mom later for making sure she bought me ones with treads on the bottom). I’m not sure what the hell animal was in our trashcan, but it was pretty obviously not the usual squirrels. At least those I know I could drop kick across a football field. And it seemed to be unable to get out of its dark pit of inevitable doom.
My thoughts immediately went to one animal: skunk! Although there is the possibility that it was a raccoon or possum. Any of the above are animals I don’t want to go near because I’ll either be:
1) sprayed on and smell like ass for the next month
2) be bitten and start foaming from the mouth in the next day
3) be bitten in the carotid artery like Will Ferrell in “Elf”
And I’m totally not interested in that.
So, instead, I think I’ll just let it continue to reside in our trash can. And I’m going to also decide to not take the trash out anymore and leave it as a little “fun surprise” for the next person who takes out the trash. Consider it my revenge for them stealing Mike’s tequila. You should know better to mess with all this; when you mess with the bull, you will get the horns. Or in this case, my wrath.