“And now, the winner of an Academy Award for best portrayal of a dead opossum, would you please welcome… a live possum!” [Near-hysterical applause]
I mean, did these dogs get hosed or what?
But they mustn’t feel too bad about it. One morning I found a dead possum at the bottom of my garbage can. Oh, spiffy. Looked like he’d been dead for several days. Heck, he was stiff! For lack of anything better to do, I tipped the garbage can over and let it lie there while I went in search of a shovel. I got back just in time to see the possum marching out of the garbage can. He saw me, too, looked up at me and showed his teeth. You’re welcome, I’m sure.
In my entire life, all 21 years of it :), I have never seen a possum.
They’re quite common around here.
I truly have never seen one. I’ve seen hog nose snakes, and they are funny as heck.
I guess that is where the expression “playing possum” came from.
Hog-nosed snakes are good at it, too.