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