That Old House

My husband and I love old houses, they're wonderful and have so much character. We bought an old home built in 1939 and had 3200 sqft. The house needed a lot of work but we were cool with that. Let me just say we bought that house in 2002 and no longer own it. Anyway the house sat for years with no one living in it before we bought it. I should have expected things like rats but I didn't. The first time I saw one of course I came completely unglued. We put out poison and I began to see dead rats. That shocked me too for a while, but then I became desensitized. To tell you the rest of this story I have to say that I talk in my sleep. My husband tells me the next day about all the crazy things I said to him the night before. Anyway I was up very late one night and when I got ready to go to bed I took the cordless phone to put it on the base in the butlers pantry. We always kept the light on in there so we could see while we were walking down the hall. I opened the door and saw a possum. This house was in the middle of the city five minutes away from downtown. I say that to say that a possum was the last thing I expected to see when I opened the door. I tried my best not to make any noise and backed out of the room as I closed the door. I ran up the stairs to tell my husband about it. He said "Go back to sleep you're dreaming." He thought I was talking in my sleep. I pushed him and told him I haven't been to sleep yet, there's a possum in the butlers pantry. I avoided the butlers pantry for a couple days after that. I was also never surprised again by what I found in the house.