Somehow our funny bone is often tickled at night

Last night was no exception.

We had retired to our rooms. The girls were trying to fall asleep and John and I were watching TV and reading, respectively.  Suddenly, a loud bang came from the front porch. John and I both got up. I tried looking outside, while keeping Hank inside (he still believes an open door is an open invitation to go outside...we're working on that one still). Finally, I got out the front door looked left to wide-eyed frightened cats then noticed at my foot a weird wet "cat". I looked down and there, a mere, 8-inches from my foot was a small opossum. Yep, a opossum on the porch! I came back in immediately informing every one of my find (by now the whole house was awake). John got a long stick and pushed it off the porch. I found it more amazing none of our cats hissed or anything. The only noise had come from the opossum tipping over an empty container. Of course, that was enough noise to set both dogs to barking wildly.

Tonight is our only night off from rehearsals until after the show. Chloe is going to help a friend run lines over the phone and I don't know what the rest of us will do. I am looking forward to one night at home.