tacuasín = honduran for aiiieeee!

Last night I was reading in bed and heard something rummaging through my trash can in the kitchen. I thought that the rat that has been haunting me for the past 6 or so months had returned. With one week left in San Ramon, it was time for a showdown. I put on closed toe shoes (don't need to get rabies my last week in San Ram), grabbed the broom and built up the courage the face the rat. I open the door to the dining area and see trash spread all over the floor. I enter the room and find myself face to face with a fat, gray possum.

I throw the broom on the floor, scream, run to my bedroom, lock the door and jump in my bed.

Possum 1, Kathryn 0