Look at this guy cruising the backyard for mealy apples.
I think there might be something wrong with it. I’m not sure because I don’t know how opossum normally act. But since it was wandering around in broad daylight, it’s a good assumption.
Then it disappeared so now we can be too scared to take out the compost.
Bob and I both watched it waddle around.
I (compassionately) said: I hope it doesn’t die in our yard.
Bob said: You’re thinking that, too?
I think it’s clear that I’m relatively old but I’m not old enough to be radical yet. It’s nice to see there’s still something out there for me: