December 2nd 2012 12:41 pm
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I got into a tussle with a possum the other night.
Daddy let me out the back door to pee
and it was dark, so daddy couldn't see what was going on
but he heard a lot of scufflin'
and by the time he went back in
and turned on the lights for the back porch
I was standing there
over a very still possum.
He was a big'un too!! Cat-sized!

The peeps got me inside and checked me over
to make sure I didn't get hurt,
and I was just fine, although a little shaken up
cos you know when possums play dead?
They kinda release a stank
and it smelled like death + poop.

BOL! Daddy ended up with it all over his hands
cos he was the one checking me over.
After much scrubbing (both me and daddy)
we were back to smelling un-death+poop-like.

After a couple of hours, the peeps checked
and the possum had already moved on.
Thank goodness! They were not looking forward
to moving the body if it was truly deceased.