I am Dr. Doolittle, it would appear.

So, one day a few months back, I was going into the garage to mow the lawn, and I noticed bees flying over the wall against the driveway. Not 2 bees, alot of bees. I shut the garage door, and went out the back door, and quickly went into the house. I looked out the window, and there was a swarm of bees. Bees everywhere. As the weekend wore on, the bees clumped on the front of the garage door. I watched alot of Cesar Milan, and tried to be the "Hive leader," but it didn't work. They did finally go, but they left a note, "See You Again Next Year".

Another day later, we had a Opossum squatter in our trash enclosure. I called the Opossum police (Vector control), and they hauled it away.

Perhaps the Opossum got busy in the trash enclosure (Hey, in the moonlight, it might be quite romantic for Opussums. Just sayin'), because a few weeks later, we found a baby possum, we called, "Stinky" (see picture). Now, I never got that close to verify if it was in fact, stinky, but the name kinda stuck. Stinky didn't stay around long, but he stayed long enough we got a picture.

And now, we have a pair of dragon flies that are living in the backyard.

I suppose, since our house is in Orange County, that creatures think its Disneyland for Critters. Now, when I can figure out how to charge these critters. I dress up like Mickey Opossum, dance around in the backyard, and when we make enough money, I'll build a Opossum roller coaster and a spinning hive ride.