Let Inga Tell You: Sometimes you’ve just got to do what you’ve got to do

There are times when you just have to lie.

All right, I can hear my many lovely devout friends shaking their heads and saying, “No, it is NEVER OK to lie.” So let this be my mea culpa: I lied. But if I hadn’t lied, I’d probably still have a dead possum in my front yard.

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The day started out innocently enough as I hustled the kids out the door to be dropped off at school on my way to work. I was a single working parent with two grade-school kids. Getting to my entry-level university clerical job was essential to our survival.

My nine-year-old, Rory, was the first to see it: the huge dead possum lying on its back, feet in the air, in our front yard.

“Cool!” said Rory, racing over to have a closer look. “Can I bring it to school for Sharing?”

Henri caught up. “Neat!  Let’s name him Bob.”

“Do NOT touch that!” I yelled, in hot pursuit. I swear this possum looked like it was meandering happily across the yard then keeled over of a massive marsupial heart attack. Its big eyes were wide open.

Like most kids of divorced working mothers, my kids were latchkey kids after school. It was imperative that the possum not be still there when they returned. Home Alone With Dead Possum Named Bob. There were no good possibilities there.

Turns out that it is not so easy to get rid of a dead possum.

It’s against the law to put it in your trash. I called every agency I could think of that might come get it, even Project Wildlife. They pointed out that they don’t deal with dead wildlife. Only live wildlife. Hence their name. I realized I should have told them it was still breathing. Already my mind was operating in perfidy mode.

But finally I connected with the Dead Animal Recovery Bureau. And yes, there is one. “Absolutely,” they said. “We’ll come and get it.”

I was massively relieved. I gave them my address and noted that the decedent was in my front yard.

There was silence. “Sorry, m’am. We don’t go on private property. We only take animals off of public property.” And before I could say anything further, he said, “No exceptions” and hung up.

This was a dilemma. Kids are going to be home from school in three hours. Best case, I see Bob tucked into my bed wearing my nightgown.

I told my boss I had a personal emergency and raced home. Donning rubber gloves I went out to the front yard and surveyed the situation.  Between the yard and the street was a four-foot high fence. There was clearly only one alternative.

Who knew a dead possum could be so heavy? But once I got a little momentum going (“and a one and a two … ”) Bob was airborne.

Back at work, I was on the phone to the Dead Animal Recovery Bureau reporting a dead possum in the street.

The guy on the phone was suspicious. “Didn’t you just call?”

“Call?”  I said.

“Well,” he said, “someone just phoned a while ago and reported a dead possum in their yard at this address.”

“Wow, I sure hope it’s not an epidemic,” I replied. “But this possum is definitely in the street.” For effect I added, “You might want to report this outbreak to Vector Control.”

When I came home, the kids were distraught that the possum, for which they had great plans, had disappeared.

“What happened to Bob?” they asked.

“Some nice animal people came and took Bob away,” I said.  “I’m sorry.”

Well, at least the first part of that line was true.

*** Look for La Jolla resident Inga’s lighthearted looks at life every other week in The La Jolla Light. Reach her at inga47@san.rr.com

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Posted by Susan DeMaggio on Nov 30, 2010. Filed under Columns, Let Inga Tell You, Life. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. You can leave a response or trackback to this entry

1 Comment for “Let Inga Tell You: Sometimes you’ve just got to do what you’ve got to do”

  1. JGeha

    Well done!! I'd lie too, thanks for the giggle.

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