Back in 2004, my DH and I were heading to my folks for Xmas. We'd only lived here for a few months. My DH was driving and took the left before the bridge instead of after and we got lost in Uvalde, TX. He pulled over to look at the map (we didn't have a GPS back then) and I noticed a big blue storage box sitting there on the side of the road. It had been sealed up with a heck of a lot of duct tape. I have never felt an urge to open a box as strong as I needed to open that one. At worst, it could have been pieces of a human murder victim or at best, someone's stuff they were moving. It was really hard to peel off enough of the tape to see what was inside but I finally managed. I saw fur and it moved! I screamed to my DH that there was a live animal in there. Just as he got out of the car a policewoman pulled up and she released the animal. It was a opposum. It seemed dazed, of course but otherwise OK. I believe to this day that God sent us there to rescue that poor animal. I just hope that it didn't decide to go after someone's chickens!
