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Been arguing with my mother all day that the "blue Christmas lights" have been tossed out a few years ago because they were bad after the hurricane. She insisted that they were not. So: today I spent hours in the storage shed digging through things. I found this old box in a corner marked "Christmas". I thought hmmmm, maybe she is right. I took it inside for her to go through and went back out to the shed to dig some more. As I was rummaging I hear this blood-curdling scream from the house. I thought for sure something awful had happened. I ran inside to see my mother hovering over the box I had brought in with a spatula and a shocked look on her face. Inside the box was a big-arse, pissed off opossum hissing away at her. All I could do was laugh, lord was it a funny sight. We took box and all out on the porch and let him escape. Some of the decorations have been ruined, but it was worth it.
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