This story was actually written by my husband after a shocking experience that he had early one morning. It is repeated here as a really fine example of how a husband can see things so very differently than his wife does, sometimes. Here is what he wrote : Twas a cool morning getting out of bed this morning My brain was still not really in first gear and not ready to even think about difficult things like the theory of relativity or possums. Bare feet and no glasses are a morning test for even the most experienced of us on the journey to play revelee to the porcelain goddess, because that is where it all happened. Barely stepping into the bathroom I saw, with an almost blind left eye, a very large possum looking thing lurking in the bathtub. " For the love of pete," I thought, "the thing must weigh at least 40 pounds or more as large as it is!!" Forgetting the original morning calling I instantly allowed the adrenaline to consume my body and brain. Like a ninja I stealthily stepped backward a foot or two while at the same time deciding my weapon of choice. The Broom!! Flashes of photographs of me on the cover of "Bubba's, gotta kill somethin',' magazine. Or, maybe even on a Peta's most wanted poster of me standing, with my bloodied broom in hand, over the grizzly beast from Hades! Then, the eyes and brain cleared a bit and I could see the animal for what it was! A derned half dead Boston Fern my wife put in the bathtub the night before so she could soak it. Slightly embarassed, I did don my glasses, just so I could make sure. Yup, a Boston Fern. No cover of a magazine, no wanted poster, no bloody broom. Worst of all, the call for revelee came back but I couldn't find that cowardly bugle boy for an hour after the incident! Derned Boston Fern,.....no photos......no broom...no possum....I hate possums! Life is interesting at our house..............Any possums in your bathtub?