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Friday, June 3, 2016

Cockroaches and Possums

I am living in a new neighborhood.  I love it.  I can't say enough good things about it.  Mentally, it is a better fit for me.  David and I moved into a cute little apartment on the strip of land between Greenwood Cemetery and Prospect Park.  Some call it Windsor Terrace and others call it Kensington.  Most New Yorkers or even Brooklynites don't know where either of those is, so I say south of Park Slope.

We have a great little terrace outside our living room that is a shared space.  There are stairs from the ground floor so that other tenants can use it.  I've yet to see anyone out there except me, David, and our friends.  David is out there almost every day getting some fresh air.  Last night, he saw one of our unexpected neighbors, a raccoon, on the terrace.

I grew up on a farm in the country.  I'm relatively used to seeing wild animals.  I will say that up to this point in Brooklyn, I've only see rats and cockroaches that are the size (or at least in my mind they are) of rats, along with the occasional dog or cat.  Now that we have two large tracts of land, we are bound to see more wildlife.

As David and I walked home from an event on Monday, we hear rustling.  Low and behold, there was an o'possum running through the front lawns of our neighbors.  He scared me and two friends two nights later as we must have frightened him out of his garbage eating heaven.  I've only seen o'possum dead on the road and one time on a farm as a kid.  It looks like I'll be seeing this one quite often.

Last night, I was walking home from the grocery store.  I was watching where I was stepping to avoid the land minds of dog poop that litter the sidewalk sometimes and almost tripped over a cockroach.  He had the walk signal and I didn't.  I was jay walking.  Fortunately, I was able to jump over the big thing and keep walking.  Oh the joys of wildlife in Brooklyn.

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