We have a skink, a rather large lizard, that lives under the refrigerator in the garage.  He scares the mess out of me occasionally, even though I know he's there, he'll catch me off guard and it seems I just can't help but let out a scream.  We don't mind him sticking around because he eats bugs, apparently lots of them given his size, so he's just a little more welcome than they are.

Just recently we've started having a problem with the garbage that we store in bags in the garage until trash day.  Something has been chewing through the bottom of the bags and strewing the garbage around, and my husband suggested that it might be the skink.  Well, as hungry as that big fella must be, I don't think he all of a sudden took a liking to our garbage.

So, the other night, the hubby goes out to the garage to get something from the freezer and the HE lets out a big scream.  Turns out our garbage bandit was a possum.  The possum was either too blind (or too dumb) to be scared of us so he wouldn't leave and we never did get our ice cream that night.  He did pose for a few pictures, and we have since learned to keep the garage door shut at night!