I reached under the kitchen sink this evening to grab a new bag for the recycling. As I was doing so I noticed that the under-sink air was funkier than normal. The building I live in was built in 1927 and the area under the kitchen sink seems that it may be original, so it’s usually a bit musty but this wasn’t quite like normal.

I knelt down to see if I could find the source of the odor…

…and two beady eyes were staring out at me from atop the garbage disposal.

An Opossum!

a baby one

But still an opossum.

I’ve barricaded the cabinet with an Ikea end table and dining chair and now I’m having Scotch.

iPhone (3.85mm, f/2.4, 1/15 sec, ISO320)

This will be a fun conversation with the maintenance guy tomorrow.