Sitting on my front stoop, just minutes ago, I heard a rustling in the leaves to the side of me. There was no person over in that direction, and the invisibility of the noisemaker as the noise drew closer to the stairs had me expecting that perhaps it was one of the usual stray cats, but fearing that perhaps it was one of the usual stray skunks. To my surprise, an opossum climbed up onto the top stair. It looked at me, and I looked at it. Into each other's eyes we stared. I raised my teacup toward it and said (somewhat timidly..., as I suppose is fitting for a man wielding a cup of Hu-Kwa as the most fearsome weapon at his disposal...), `Go away. You scare me...'. Much to my relief, the animal obliged. It actually wasn't nearly as scary as the first time that I saw one. [Reply] |
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