auchmeddan

I have been taking the mickey out of a colleague who spends the weekends up on his farm and seems to start most stories with “I killed a insert animal name here at the weekend”. His stories have run from shooting at Turkeys with crossbows, trapping possums in cages, and hitting a possum with a shovel. I’ve made various wild accusations that he’s making the animal version of Hostel up there, and that this is how most serial killers start out. In retort, Phil’s threatened to bring a dead possum in for me on several occassions.

This morning I was working on my laptop and became aware of Phil standing over me, and a strange smell. I turned around to find him clutching a dead possum inches from my face - a fresh one he’d trapped at the weekend. I was so dumbfounded I didn’t even have the sense to take a photo of this absurd scene.

I have to give him credit though. Not only did Phil kill this possum at the weekend, he also decided to transport it back to Wellington and bring it into the office in a “Chilly Bin” (or family sized ‘cool-box’ to us non-Kiwis). I assume this isn’t the same box he’d take his sandwiches to the beach in.

I’m still a little in shock. I can’t believe Phil brought a dead animal into the office.

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