Natural disasters do not affect Possum's charms nor disturb his rest.
For years after Hurricane Bob, you'd see duct-taped Xs stretching across large windows all over town, or the unscrubbed marks remaining from the adhesive. I believe I actually spotted one such ghostly leftover on a downtown window within the past year. I guess the owner of that window doesn't need to bother to do it again. But no one is duct-taping windows this time, it seems. I never understood the point in 1991, but it did seem kind of cool, in a creepy, medieval way — sort of like marking the plaque sign on your front door.
My husband has so far mentioned his gratitude that we don't live in a basement only about three or four times. More to come, I'm sure.