Owls. Opossum friend. Adorable child dressed up in dear costume.

R.I.P Opossum friend. You were semi-loved.

I've decided to give up on posting my fictional amateur writing everyday this week. Real life has just been far too interesting lately and I want to comment on it.

My painting teacher showed the class one of her sketches today and it was an owl. She explained to us how much she enjoyed owls, and I myself am quite fond of owls. The conversation that followed the sketch went somewhat like this.

Me: "I like owls too! I like owls a lot!"

Teacher: "You do? Well, have you ever been owl calling?"

Me: "No. What's owl calling?"

Teacher: "Well you basically call the owls and you can talk to them and they talk to you. You and the owls can carry on a conversation. Owls are very sociable. Just make sure you call the screech owl first because they're little and scared of the other owls."

Me: "Wow...you can talk to owls?" (I was very confused and amazed at this point.)

Teacher: "Yeah."

Me: "How do you do that? Where do you find them?"

Teacher: "Well you talk owl talk and you call them wherever owls are." (She gave me a very vague answer, probably because she wants all the owls to herself.)

The day continued with odd animal situations/convos. After my Dad picked me up from school the convo in the car went like this.

Dad: "Today is a very sad day."

Me: "Why is that?"

Dad: "Something happened to our opossum friend."

(We had this opossum who pretty much lived in our back yard. It frequently tried to break into our house, but we tolerated it and even fed it.)

Me: "Oh, well what happened to our opossum friend dad?"

Dad: "He died a terrible death."

Me: "And how do you know this for sure."

Dad: "You'll see."

Me: (I was starting to get frustrated...I just wanted him to get to the point.) "Come on just tell me how he died."

Dad: "I shot him right between the eyes."

Me: "No you didn't."

Dad: "You're right. I didn't. But he is dead and he managed to die right by the front door. At first I thought he was hibernating, but then I realized he was hibernating for eternity."

Me: "Well I don't want to see him."

We then pulled into the drive way and my curiosity got the better of me and I had to go look at it. I also had to take a picture; terrible, I know.

All this animal-ness reminded me of Kate Micucci who was on Scrubs last night. She's an actress/artist/musician and I admire her immensely. She made a song called Deer Dear and it's cute, and funny, and sad. Here it is.