In a few days after the "possum incident", Ruth made what might be considered a tactical error. She went to Gibson's (a poor man's cut-rate store in the area) with John. Presumably she was intending to purchase - or at least review- shampoo, tooth paste, combs and brushes or the like at inexpensive prices. We were both "depression kids" so low prices were important to us, essentially all our lives, hence the "cut-rate store".
The "fatal error" with this store was that it had a "pet shop"! On arriving I'm sure John made a bee line to the pet area and a thorough investigation was undertaken. In a brief period of time Ruth was probably orally defending house and home. But Ruth was a vulnerable object facing an irresistable force. -So the purchase was made!
That evening after my "day at the office" I returned to find we had another cute little member in our family. -- A darling, winsome little raccoon! John had obtained a box from a funeral director friend ,fenced it at one end , there it was ---the latest member of our already large family! I'm sure I expressed a little skepticism, but I was not the house keeper so it wasn't important. And so the adventure began!
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