Preacher Man has an annoying habit of forgetting to close the garage door when he comes in. So now, we have a nasty little rodent out there who decided to hide behind a pile of stuff instead of fleeing out the door. I have a trail of bread slices leading from his hidey-hole to freedom. Let's hope he takes it, because I am closing the door when I go to bed. I don't want a whole darn possum family in there.
And this is an American possum. Not a cute Australian "possum."
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"I never understood why blessings wore disguises. If I were a blessing, I'd run around naked." - Sophia Petrillo
I started to let the dog out late one summer night and there was a possum sitting on my front porch like it owned the place.
Almost broke my hand keeping the dog in until the thing sauntered away. Stupid thing was scary looking.
(And I don't find the Australian one that cute, either.)