From 2006, on the power line in the backyard of the old Pomelo house.
“All God’s creatures…,” blah, blah, blah, I get it. WRONG! These critters are butt ugly. And that mouth is FULL of a whole bunch of needle-sharp teeth. Nasty.
I know that because there was an infamous incident where Jesse, our dog, was going berserk in the back yard one night and we went out in the pouring rain and mud to find her howling and wailing at this one or its twin with a half-dozen or so babies clinging to its back. Jesse had it cornered, about knee high on a tree trunk and that mama opossum was way out of her weight class but (of course!) was going to die defending those babies and all of those teeth were on full display. I got to reach in to grab Jesse’s collar and pull her back in the dark, rain, and mud with the insane, stupid dog going nuts six inches from that muzzle full of teeth. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
We haven’t seen one of these up here on top of the hill, but there are a ton of trees and we’re only a mile away from the old house, and there are a couple of open wildlife areas within a mile or five, so I have no doubt that they’re around. If they keep to their own quiet, private places and away from me, I’m more than happy to just let them be.
Ugh!!
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