A possum’s bite and a cats poo 🐈🙃💩

I know I have lots of posts about my neighbors and their drunken stunts. This one is a little different, we moved to where were living now in December of 2014. We didn’t have many neighbors at the time I think there was three. One is a laid back middle ages Ginger he’s a cool guy. Very quiet and laid back, I’ll admit he’s had some crazy ass girlfriends. However the one he has now he’s had for quite some time she’s more like him. Thank God because the last one was a doozy. She talked in little kid like voices, enjoyed coloring and apparently meth. She would in my opinion steal animals and claim she was saving them from abuse a lot. They would get along great for awhile then she would flip out and peel out of the driveway throwing mud or gravel all over sometimes on Mr G’s truck. Which was very annoying and sometimes funny. If she didn’t peel out to her liking she would repeat it over and over. She was a real nutter. Then she would come back and knock on our door and give Mr G like 10 bucks so he could wash his truck. Thankfully she never broke a window. In almost certain she had to replace her tires a few times. She’s gone now, it’s not like she was a bad person just way to much drama and meth. The ginger loves his weed though….to each their own.

The other neighbor I never spoke to or really saw her. I know she was around middle aged. Mr G spoke to her a few times before she get sick and moved. She still comes by to smoke out with the Ginger dude from time to time. I think she’s doing better somewhat health wise.

Then we have the other couple, I’d see the woman outside a lot. Her husband went to work every morning at 5 am I know this because he revs up his loud ass Hummer. Very annoying and loud. For a long time we didn’t speak to them. The husband would wave at us or honk as if to say hey. I figured out quickly buy his uniform he was employed by our local jail. The Hummer has Georgia tags and her truck had Texas tags. I kinda figured maybe they were not from here. Not like I have room to talk because I’m not from here. Mr G spoke with the woman one day he suggested I needed a friend. I should have went with my gut on this one. Which was screaming no no you don’t need a friend, at least not a neighbor friend. I went against that feeling and started talking to her. At first she was really cool, she’s older then my mom but I wasn’t going to judge her on that. Older people can be some of the coolest people around. She started taking Lady A on her errand runs. She told me she really wanted to be like Lady A’s grandma. This seemed like a good idea at the time. If I had only known what I know now I would have e put the brakes on that shit real quick. Myself and Lady A would go hang out and chat with her a few times a week at this point. She would also buy Lady A small stuff, sometimes they would even go get a milk shake stuff like that. Then slowly her true colors came through….

I rarely drink but this lady would come over and knock on my door and want to bs sometimes and usually when she did this she would bring a few beers over. Again there is nothing wrong with having a few beers as long as you don’t drive. Which she doesn’t do. She also began to bend the truth, some stuff she would say I knew different but I blew it off. So one night she came over and one of our outside community Kitty’s pooped on her…. LOL……it probably knew she was a snake when I didn’t. I offered her to come in and wash it off but she had a few beers and choose to was off with a gallon of water and some soft soap in the yard and then the hose. I was laughing so hard it was really funny.

One day she came over when Mr G and Lady A we’re gone and u let her in she immediately began saying how my home was so dark it needed more light. I keep it that way because I want it like that it’s my home. I tried to be nice she was being overbearing. Mr G came home and she was being bossy he told her nicely that this was our home and we didn’t need suggestions on how it should be. She was kinda bitchy and Mr G said she should go home if she couldn’t handle her alcohol and he kinda maybe went a little far but not really when he suggested that some people shouldn’t drink. Or if they do they should stay home. She went home and later called and apologized for how she acted. I was like cool no biggie things are fine. Little did I know she called dhs which is like child protective services and made up so many lies it was laughable. I’ll get to that later.

Later that same afternoon we were taking a window out well I say we I mean Mr G the window had a huge crack and Mr G’s hand slipped and went right through the window. Scared the shit out of me. I looked at his arm which was bleeding but not really bad. I told him I think he’s got glass stuck in his arm. He blew me off for like an hour then his arm started swelling and it was clear I was right. We headed to the ER the one that’s a town west of us, because they are really quick and not very busy. The ER doctor was an idiot, I guess we were too. They did an x-ray and confirmed there was a Chuck of glass in his arm. So the doctor came up with a plan to numb it and remove the glass. IF THIS SITUATION HAPPENS TO YOU DO NOT LET THE DOCTOR TALK YOU INTO HIM DIGGING OUT THE GLASS OR WHATEVER YOU MAY HAVE LODGED IN YOU. We didn’t even think about it, I guess we figured it was close to the surface and not a big deal…BIG MISTAKE….He dug around and dug around I was getting pissed because I could tell it was becoming more and more painful to Mr G. The doctor left the room after like 30 minutes and said he would be right back. Then he comes back in and informs us that he can’t get the glass out that he was little over optimistic in thinking he could get it out. He’s called a surgeon in a town North of us and they want to see Mr G in the am first thing. The idiot didn’t even give Mr G a shot or anything for pain. He just had that oh shit I bit off more than I can chew look. Kinda like he was hoping we would want to sue his ass. They wrapped it up and the next day as soon as I called the surgeon they were like come in right away. We get there and they look at the x-ray and the surgeon is like surgery tomorrow morning first thing if I wasn’t so booked I’d do it right now. We have to get that out right away. They start Mr G on some pain meds and antibiotics. That way after the surgery we already have his pain medicine and also hoping he won’t get an infection. He was completely speechless when he heard about the ER doc and his forging in me G’s arm. He’s like well he shouldn’t have done that, it just puts you at a higher risk for infection. He also should have known only a surgeon should have opened it up. Needless to say he was very pissed off, in fact he even called the ER doctor. So as we’re going over and getting Mr G registered for pre-op I get a call from Lady A who is freaking out so I excuse myself and go outside to talk to her. She’s 16 at this point so she’s fine to be left home alone. She says while crying that dhs came by and left a note and she didn’t answer the door because she had no clue who it was. Which is the rule I have taught her, her whole life don’t answer the door for ANYONE unless is a few select people. She reads me the note and she’s using the neighbors phone. She had a phone but they were working on tours and it didn’t always get a good signal. I thought it was no big deal because if there was an emergency she could always go to the neighbors house and use their phone. I told her not to worry about it and I would handle it when I got home. Just go home and relax babe which is what I have always called her. I was honestly freaking out the whole way home which is like a 45 minute drive. I was crying and everything because I have never dealt with having dhs come to my house.

We get home and I read the letter we pick up Lady A as we have to head out to my father in-laws. As soon as we get there I call DHS now I’m pissed off because I have no idea why these people are in my life at the moment. The woman tells me oh we had a report you’re not feeding your daughter and she didn’t have any shoe’s and a bunch of other bs I’m like haha really she’s got more shoes then I do. Also claiming we didn’t have electricity or water. I laughed and then I’m like well I won’t be home tomorrow but the next day come by anytime I’ll be home and you can check out everything for yourselves and see what’s going on. It also clicked in my mind the neighbor bought Lady A 2 pairs of flip flops a few days ago. So bam I know who called DHS. I was honestly hurt I even cried a little because I trusted the neighbor I thought she was a good person. This ended any and all type of friendship and contact. Like how could you make shit up to try and get them to take Lady A from me!?! I couldn’t handle life without Lady A!!! I was mad at myself for allowing the neighbor in our lives, for misjudging her so badly.

Mr G has his surgery everything goes fine, we get home later in the afternoon. He’s not in bad pain and everything was good with that. They even sent home the piece of glass in a little container. It was about the size of a penny. I have a picture I’ll add.

The DHS ladies came I think it was four of them, all terrified of cats. Go figure because we are major cat lovers and I won’t put my cats up for visitors it’s their house. I even go outside so they can talk to Lady A alone, the ladies apologize and say they realize the call was bs but they have to check things out. They say we can’t tell you who called us, I’m like you don’t have to I know. They leave and close the case but it was very traumatic.

The neighbor called and texted and was ignored. She would also catch Mr G outside and give him some food she cooked she thought I’d like. I hate spicy shit for some reason she thinks I like it. So a few months ago she asked why we don’t talk to her and I was like well you called DHS and if you were my friend you wouldn’t have done it. She denied it and I said well lie about it if you want but just know I know it was you.

The other night she came by to bring me some tamales. She got attacked by our possum…. LOL he’s not really ours he just lived somewhere close to our home and we see him a lot. He’s usually harmless and just trolls around looking for food. The cats don’t pay him no mind and he only comes out at night. He bit and scratched her. I know I’m an asshole and shouldn’t have found it funny but I did. I can live with the fact it makes me a jerk. Meanwhile Mr or Mrs possum was just ditching out some karma. 😀😂😂😂