If that ain't country.....

Well after 5 years in business we had just about decided that we had seen it all, literally. The ups, the downs and everything in between...customers off all shapes, sizes and backgrounds.
As any of you know that have visited my store, The Hydrangea House, we have a habit of leaving the front door open. The space doesn't have the greatest windows, so we merchandise the front porch and leave the door open to make the store more inviting.
It was early in the day this morning, about 7:00 when I heard the "clicking" of something moving on the hardwood floor near the doorway. I just sort of looked out of the corner of my eye expecting to see the cat, Dexter from the antique store down the street. Quickly I remembered that the store didn't open until 10am and if it was in fact Dexter then there was certainly a problem. Ah, I digress. It was long until I realized that what I was seeing was not in fact Dexter the cat but some unamed and less than welcome Possum. Yes, a possum. The kind of grey hairy, toothy thing that nightmares and roadkill are made of.
Oh my little country town with all of it's charm, for better or worse. You'd have to see it to believe it really, fortunately a place of little surprise. The possum and I were in a close race to capture the most startled title but it didn't last for long. I was much scarier than he was and I hope that was the most excitement that I will endure today in my little sleepy town.