I am enjoying a good laugh at the stories
I've had several encounters with wildlife that will forever remain clear in my memory. That actually might be a great topic for a blog post
I often leave the walkout basement double french doors open to let fresh air in when I'm outside that area gardening. Later one night after a day of weeding and the doors being open, I was watching a movie on the big screen TV in the basement rec room. After a bit, I heard what sounded like a possum, racoon, or other similar sized critter rustling under the pool table cover that was bunched up on the floor under the table. I cautiously started lifting the cover with a pool stick, although the distance would do me no good if it was a skunk. Imagine my surprise and grin when all that I uncovered was a small toad. How in the heck could one tiny critter make that kind of noise