ah, the country life....OT

cool

-but, how does a possum get into your house?

"Lass Chance_2" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Some time in the middle of the night, my dogs went nuts--barking and
growling at the head of the bed. I awoke, naturally, feeling little
Lo-Jack (Jack Russel terrier) trembling with adrenaline beside me,
intent on something behind the low headboard.

My fist thought was, "I bet there's a snake....."

I leapt up and turned on the light.....and saw a possum, dead as a
doornail, not two feet from my sleeping head.

Sunny, my boxer was barking and growling, too, as was Butch, but neither
of the big dogs seemed inclined to to leave the safety of the bed to
investigate....but it was all I could do to hold LoJack back. he was
going after the possum, which was every bit as big as himself. I lifted
Lo off the bed to prevent him from leaping for the dead animal, figuring
for the possum to come inside my house....being "Dog Days", there was a
good chance the thing was rabid.... and carrying LoJack in my arms, I
found my shoe.....poked the possum with it to make sure it was really as
dead as he appeared to be.

Sure enough, he was stiff as a board, his nasty sharp teeth bared in a
death grin...
His beady little eyes were open and glazed....his tongue lolled from
between rows of needle sharp teeth.

So, not wanting to touch the damn thing, I tossed a tee-shirt over him
and lifted him up by the tail, where he hung imply and surprisingly
heavy, I'd say maybe eight pounds..... tossed the corpse into my waste
basket and went upstairs for a garbage bag. I dumped the body into the
hefty bag, carried it outside my fence and left it on the ground to be
disposed of this morning.

Only.....this morning, there was NO possum in the bag.

LOL....man....that sucker LOOKED dead.

Ive heard of them "playing possum" to fool dogs....but evidently, the
dogs weren't fooled. I sure was, though.

I cant believe my brave little LoJack was willing to go after it. I know
if I had not held him back, he would have gone for the possum. He was
vibrating, snarling like Ive never seen him do before,

LOL. Jack Russel's are game little dogs, tough and fearless. But the
possum was as big, almost, as him and with those nasty teeth...I dunno.
Could have been a bad day for LoJack. Or, could have been a very bad day
for the possum....I'll never know.

Anyway....if you ever happen upon a dead possum.....don't be so sure.
They may not be real smart, but they have ONE very impressive skill.

LassChance

In article <[email hidden]>,

(Lass Chance_2) said:

Some time in the middle of the night, my dogs went nuts--barking and
growling at the head of the bed. I awoke, naturally, feeling little
Lo-Jack (Jack Russel terrier) trembling with adrenaline beside me,
intent on something behind the low headboard.

My fist thought was, "I bet there's a snake....."

I leapt up and turned on the light.....and saw a possum, dead as a
doornail, not two feet from my sleeping head.

Sunny, my boxer was barking and growling, too, as was Butch, but neither
of the big dogs seemed inclined to to leave the safety of the bed to
investigate....but it was all I could do to hold LoJack back. he was
going after the possum, which was every bit as big as himself. I lifted
Lo off the bed to prevent him from leaping for the dead animal, figuring
for the possum to come inside my house....being "Dog Days", there was a
good chance the thing was rabid.... and carrying LoJack in my arms, I
found my shoe.....poked the possum with it to make sure it was really as
dead as he appeared to be.

Sure enough, he was stiff as a board, his nasty sharp teeth bared in a
death grin...
His beady little eyes were open and glazed....his tongue lolled from
between rows of needle sharp teeth.

So, not wanting to touch the damn thing, I tossed a tee-shirt over him
and lifted him up by the tail, where he hung imply and surprisingly
heavy, I'd say maybe eight pounds..... tossed the corpse into my waste
basket and went upstairs for a garbage bag. I dumped the body into the
hefty bag, carried it outside my fence and left it on the ground to be
disposed of this morning.

Only.....this morning, there was NO possum in the bag.

LOL....man....that sucker LOOKED dead.

Ive heard of them "playing possum" to fool dogs....but evidently, the
dogs weren't fooled. I sure was, though.

I cant believe my brave little LoJack was willing to go after it. I know
if I had not held him back, he would have gone for the possum. He was
vibrating, snarling like Ive never seen him do before,

LOL. Jack Russel's are game little dogs, tough and fearless. But the
possum was as big, almost, as him and with those nasty teeth...I dunno.
Could have been a bad day for LoJack. Or, could have been a very bad day
for the possum....I'll never know.

Anyway....if you ever happen upon a dead possum.....don't be so sure.
They may not be real smart, but they have ONE very impressive skill.

Great story! How do you suppose it got into your house?

Priscilla
--
"Inside every older person is a younger person -- wondering what
the hell happened." -- Cora Harvey Armstrong

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Priscilla Ballou said:

Great story! How do you suppose it got into your house?

Priscilla

My question, too. I have my house so sealed up against possible rodent
visitors, from the dryer vent to the gas, electric and water service
inlets to the chimney cap.

Susan

that's some funny [censored].....

Lass Chance_2 <[email hidden]> wrote:
:> Some time in the middle of the night, my dogs went nuts--barking and
:> growling at the head of the bed. I awoke, naturally, feeling little
:> Lo-Jack (Jack Russel terrier) trembling with adrenaline beside me,
:> intent on something behind the low headboard.
:>
:> My fist thought was, "I bet there's a snake....."
:>
:> I leapt up and turned on the light.....and saw a possum, dead as a
:> doornail, not two feet from my sleeping head.
:>
:> Sunny, my boxer was barking and growling, too, as was Butch, but
:> neither of the big dogs seemed inclined to to leave the safety of
:> the bed to investigate....but it was all I could do to hold LoJack
:> back. he was going after the possum, which was every bit as big as
:> himself. I lifted Lo off the bed to prevent him from leaping for the
:> dead animal, figuring for the possum to come inside my
:> house....being "Dog Days", there was a good chance the thing was
:> rabid.... and carrying LoJack in my arms, I found my shoe.....poked
:> the possum with it to make sure it was really as dead as he appeared
:> to be.
:>
:> Sure enough, he was stiff as a board, his nasty sharp teeth bared in
:> a death grin...
:> His beady little eyes were open and glazed....his tongue lolled from
:> between rows of needle sharp teeth.
:>
:> So, not wanting to touch the damn thing, I tossed a tee-shirt over
:> him and lifted him up by the tail, where he hung imply and
:> surprisingly heavy, I'd say maybe eight pounds..... tossed the
:> corpse into my waste basket and went upstairs for a garbage bag. I
:> dumped the body into the hefty bag, carried it outside my fence and
:> left it on the ground to be disposed of this morning.
:>
:> Only.....this morning, there was NO possum in the bag.
:>
:> LOL....man....that sucker LOOKED dead.
:>
:> Ive heard of them "playing possum" to fool dogs....but evidently, the
:> dogs weren't fooled. I sure was, though.
:>
:> I cant believe my brave little LoJack was willing to go after it. I
:> know if I had not held him back, he would have gone for the possum.
:> He was vibrating, snarling like Ive never seen him do before,
:>
:> LOL. Jack Russel's are game little dogs, tough and fearless. But the
:> possum was as big, almost, as him and with those nasty teeth...I
:> dunno. Could have been a bad day for LoJack. Or, could have been a
:> very bad day for the possum....I'll never know.
:>
:> Anyway....if you ever happen upon a dead possum.....don't be so sure.
:> They may not be real smart, but they have ONE very impressive skill.
:>
:> LassChance

"Lass Chance_2" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:

LOL....man....that sucker LOOKED dead.

Ive heard of them "playing possum" to fool dogs....but evidently, the
dogs weren't fooled. I sure was, though.

There is a reason they call it 'playing' possum.;^)

--
No Husband Has Ever Been Shot While Doing The Dishes

Lass Chance_2 wrote:
|| Some time in the middle of the night, my dogs went nuts--barking and
|| growling at the head of the bed. I awoke, naturally, feeling little
|| Lo-Jack (Jack Russel terrier) trembling with adrenaline beside me,
|| intent on something behind the low headboard.
||
|| My fist thought was, "I bet there's a snake....."
||
|| I leapt up and turned on the light.....and saw a possum, dead as a
|| doornail, not two feet from my sleeping head.
||
|| Sunny, my boxer was barking and growling, too, as was Butch, but
|| neither of the big dogs seemed inclined to to leave the safety of
|| the bed to investigate....but it was all I could do to hold LoJack
|| back. he was going after the possum, which was every bit as big as
|| himself. I lifted Lo off the bed to prevent him from leaping for the
|| dead animal, figuring for the possum to come inside my
|| house....being "Dog Days", there was a good chance the thing was
|| rabid.... and carrying LoJack in my arms, I found my shoe.....poked
|| the possum with it to make sure it was really as dead as he appeared
|| to be.
||
|| Sure enough, he was stiff as a board, his nasty sharp teeth bared in
|| a death grin...
|| His beady little eyes were open and glazed....his tongue lolled from
|| between rows of needle sharp teeth.
||
|| So, not wanting to touch the damn thing, I tossed a tee-shirt over
|| him and lifted him up by the tail, where he hung imply and
|| surprisingly heavy, I'd say maybe eight pounds..... tossed the
|| corpse into my waste basket and went upstairs for a garbage bag. I
|| dumped the body into the hefty bag, carried it outside my fence and
|| left it on the ground to be disposed of this morning.
||
|| Only.....this morning, there was NO possum in the bag.
||
|| LOL....man....that sucker LOOKED dead.
||
|| Ive heard of them "playing possum" to fool dogs....but evidently, the
|| dogs weren't fooled. I sure was, though.
||
|| I cant believe my brave little LoJack was willing to go after it. I
|| know if I had not held him back, he would have gone for the possum.
|| He was vibrating, snarling like Ive never seen him do before,
||
|| LOL. Jack Russel's are game little dogs, tough and fearless. But the
|| possum was as big, almost, as him and with those nasty teeth...I
|| dunno. Could have been a bad day for LoJack. Or, could have been a
|| very bad day for the possum....I'll never know.
||
|| Anyway....if you ever happen upon a dead possum.....don't be so sure.
|| They may not be real smart, but they have ONE very impressive skill.
||
|| LassChance

Great story. It reminded me of a few years ago when I was renting an
apartment in a country house in Mt. Holly, NC; my landlady lived in the
other downstairs apartment. He cats found a baby possum under her kitchen
sink that also appeared to be dead, but she wasn't fooled. Incredibly, she
kept it as a pet for several months. She would hold it in her arms like a
baby and feed it powdered milk from a baby bottle. Eventually it ate
scrambled eggs and then Purina Cat Chow! It would burrow down in Sharon's
shirt to keep warm and never, ever hurt her. It took up residence under her
kitchen sink (it would hang from the pipes by its tail!) and it would come
out to eat and to snuggle. I swear that Possum thuoght Sharon was its
mommy!

Then one day it was just .. gone! It disappeared as mysteriously as it had
appeared. and we always wondered what happened to it. I had never before
heard of a domesticated possum, but after seeing it I found other instances
on the internet of this happening. You'd have to see it to believe it!
--
Peter
Website: http://users.thelink.net/marengo

On Mon, 5 Sep 2005 03:46:19 -0400, "Marengo" <[email hidden]>

Quoted message said:

I had never before
heard of a domesticated possum, but after seeing it I found other instances
on the internet of this happening. You'd have to see it to believe it!
--

I'd believe it, Peter.

My late father was a park ranger. So when one of my sister's friends
found an orphaned baby ring-tail (native Australian) possum, she
turned it over to us to raise as the best possible carers. We didn't
actually *have* WIRES certification (wildlife rescue service) but then
again there weren't many in our area who did and it was deemed best to
keep him in the area.

Young Poss was a huge source of fun for all the family for about 6
months. We had to be careful not to get him too used to easily-placed
food-stuffs or non-native things, so we did a lot of setting him
'hunting practise' to ferret out hidden eucalypt leaves, gum-blossoms
and young gum-nuts, supplemented by the occasional rose petal or slice
of apple. As he got older, we would let him find his own meals on the
trees in our yard.

Eventually, Dad took him deep into the bushland that was his 'patch'
and set him free. I like to think of him having a little family of
his own, out in native plants and well away from the roads that had
caused his mother's death.

Aramanth

LOL, oh it could have gotten in from either the upstairs doggy door or
the downstairs foggy door.

My cat brings in all kinds of wild critters (not this posum, tho---it
was bigger than her!) She brings in mice, moles, birds, baby squirels,
frogs, snakes....and clever cat that she is, she carries them in to the
bath tub and let's them go! She knows, somehow, that they cant escape
the slippery sides of the tub.....and many a morning in the spring and
summer I wake to fine some poor terrified (but usually unharmed) animal
in my tub. I ve saved dozens, LOL.

I expect the possum just strolled right in thru either doggy door....

Looking back on it I now realize how STOOOOPID I was. I mean, IF the
possum HAD really been dead, the dogs would have noticed it when we all
went to bed....not suddenly jumping up from their slep, obviously having
either smelled, heard or seen it....DUH! And here's me, the ostensible
"intelligent" human, picking up a live and potentially dangerous animal
by the tail! Good grief....the tee-shirt I threw over it was just so I
wouldnt have to touch the tail with my bare hand....not a thought did I
give to the possibility it was NOT dead...and might turn, grab my hand
and bite the [censored] out of it.....leading to....oh, probably having to
have a series of anti-rabies shots....not to mention whatever damage to
my hand.....

At the VERY least, I should have put on a heavy gardening
glove....although even my gloves probably arent thick enough to prevent
a half inch long tooth from piercing thru.....sheesh, I was LUCKY, cuz I
sure as hell was NOT smart!
I keep imagining....there I was, holding this big possum by the tail,
walking across myy room to the trash can.....thinking I was holding a
DEAD animal.....and if suddenly it had coe to "life", grabbed my hand
and started biting.....well, Id have probably died on the spot of heart
failure, LOL....which is probably better, come to think of it, than
having to take those anti-rabies shots......

I WILL NEVER believe a possum is dead again ubnless I SEE it's squished
or something. Good grief. So much for the "superior intelligence" of
humans....I was fooled by a marsupial, for god's sake.

DUH all over me.

Lass

I wonder if all of the opossums I see in the streets around here are dead or
faking....I've always thought of them as the definition of road kill 🙂

You had better get a long pole with a noose on the end....

Lass Chance_2 <[email hidden]> wrote:
:> LOL, oh it could have gotten in from either the upstairs doggy door
:> or the downstairs foggy door.
:>
:> My cat brings in all kinds of wild critters (not this posum, tho---it
:> was bigger than her!) She brings in mice, moles, birds, baby
:> squirels, frogs, snakes....and clever cat that she is, she carries
:> them in to the bath tub and let's them go! She knows, somehow,
:> that they cant escape the slippery sides of the tub.....and many a
:> morning in the spring and summer I wake to fine some poor terrified
:> (but usually unharmed) animal in my tub. I ve saved dozens, LOL.
:>
:> I expect the possum just strolled right in thru either doggy door....
:>
:> Looking back on it I now realize how STOOOOPID I was. I mean, IF the
:> possum HAD really been dead, the dogs would have noticed it when we
:> all went to bed....not suddenly jumping up from their slep,
:> obviously having either smelled, heard or seen it....DUH! And
:> here's me, the ostensible "intelligent" human, picking up a live and
:> potentially dangerous animal by the tail! Good grief....the
:> tee-shirt I threw over it was just so I wouldnt have to touch the
:> tail with my bare hand....not a thought did I give to the
:> possibility it was NOT dead...and might turn, grab my hand and bite
:> the [censored] out of it.....leading to....oh, probably having to have a
:> series of anti-rabies shots....not to mention whatever damage to my
:> hand.....
:>
:> At the VERY least, I should have put on a heavy gardening
:> glove....although even my gloves probably arent thick enough to
:> prevent a half inch long tooth from piercing thru.....sheesh, I was
:> LUCKY, cuz I sure as hell was NOT smart!
:> I keep imagining....there I was, holding this big possum by the tail,
:> walking across myy room to the trash can.....thinking I was holding a
:> DEAD animal.....and if suddenly it had coe to "life", grabbed my hand
:> and started biting.....well, Id have probably died on the spot of
:> heart failure, LOL....which is probably better, come to think of it,
:> than having to take those anti-rabies shots......
:>
:> I WILL NEVER believe a possum is dead again ubnless I SEE it's
:> squished or something. Good grief. So much for the "superior
:> intelligence" of humans....I was fooled by a marsupial, for god's
:> sake.
:>
:> DUH all over me.
:>
:> Lass

Peter---NO KIDDING??? That's so cool!
They are kind of cute when they're babies....I might try to raise one as
a pet, too, if I found a baby. Their fur is quite beautiful....it's
their tails and beady little eyes.....and those teeth!

My son and I found a young mongoose in St. Croix and tried to tame
it....no luck.

That mongoose would sit in the back coner of the cage staring into my
eyes, unblinking....as I'd SLOWLY open the cage door, singing softly,
soothingly.....and the second I got the door open enough to put food or
water in----BAM! That sucker wouold be RIGHT in my face....

Ive never seen anything move so fast. A cat, for instance, signals
his moves....you can SEE a cat gather himself up, become tense, and you
KNOW in advance he's gonna pounce.

NOT true oe the mongoose! They are SO fast that your eye cannot
register ANY movement AT ALL until after they're already in your
face.... We kept "Ricki" long enough for me to try twice to feed
him....that was enough to tell me he was NEVER likely to just LET me
open his cage and reach in there....and my nerves wernt up to trying.
So, I just left the cage open one night and he was gone in the morning.

Ive heard that IF you get a mongoos so young his eyes are still closed
and bottle feed, sometimnes you CAN tame one....but ours was already
three or four months old----too wild and TOO FAST to try to keep.

LOL., my OTHER possum story.....

Several years ago, In Atlanta, on Thanbksgiving Day, I opened my broiler
to light the oven, to put the turkey in....and there in the broiler was
a HUGE possum! All I could see was it's enormous BUTT, with it's LONG
tail curled around it. I SAW the tail move....so I quickly slammed the
broiler shut and sat down to think how the hell I was gonna get a
monstrous-huge possum OUT of my oven......

I called my best friend and told her the story. She said NOT to even
TRY to get him out...a possum that big could be truly
dangerous.......and to call the County Extension Service....which I
did...who refered me to the right number to call for "wild animals in
the home".

So, they sent out this young, small woman armed with a long pole and
noose to retrieve this HUGE possum.

I was desperately afraid for her....I thought a minimum of a 220 lb six
foot tall man should do this job......LOL.

She said not to worry.....and opened the broiler drawer and in about two
seconds, had the possum out, dangling unharmed from the noose at the end
of the pole.

I was never so mortified in my life. The possum I had seen (for the
second it took to slam that drawer closed) as HUGE was maybe two mohnths
old....as tiny as a kitten and about as harmless.

The baby was taken to the park and let go....not harmed. I kept
apologising and saying, "I dont understand! It was HUGE!"

At least now I understand why "eye witness" accounts arent always
reliable. Fear....makes you see things that arent there, it seems, or at
least magnify all out of porportion what IS there.....

The cool part was, inside the oven was a neat little pile of Iam's cat
food. Evidentaly, he wandered in, found a way into the oven from the
back....had a nice little stash of food handy, from the cat's
dish....and had built a nice warm, snug home in my rarely used oven.

That's one Thanksgiving I wont likely forget.

Lass

Great story. It reminded me of a few years ago when I was renting an
apartment in a country house in Mt. Holly, NC; my landlady lived in the
other downstairs apartment. He cats found a baby possum under her
kitchen sink that also appeared to be dead, but she wasn't fooled.
Incredibly, she kept it as a pet for several months. She would hold it
in her arms like a baby and feed it powdered milk from a baby bottle.
Eventually it ate scrambled eggs and then Purina Cat Chow! It would
burrow down in Sharon's shirt to keep warm and never, ever hurt her. It
took up residence under her kitchen sink (it would hang from the pipes
by its tail!) and it would come out to eat and to snuggle. I swear that
Possum thuoght Sharon was its mommy!
  Then one day it was just .. gone! It disappeared as mysteriously
as it had appeared. and we always wondered what happened to it. I had
never before heard of a domesticated possum, but after seeing it I found
other instances on the internet of this happening. You'd have to see it
to believe it!
--
Peter
Website: http://users.thelink.net/marengo

Aramanth! How lovely!

what a lucky little guy to have you to raise him RIGHT---teaching him to
be independent so he could survive on his own---very smart.

Lass

Re: ah, the country life....OT

Group: alt.support.diet.low-carb Date: Mon, Sep 5, 2005, 5:32pm
(EDT+13:30) From: [email hidden] (Aramanth Dawe)
On Mon, 5 Sep 2005 03:46:19 -0400, "Marengo" <[email hidden]>
wrote:
I had never before
heard of a domesticated possum, but after seeing it I found other
instances on the internet of this happening. You'd have to see it to
believe it!
--
I'd believe it, Peter.
My late father was a park ranger. So when one of my sister's friends
found an orphaned baby ring-tail (native Australian) possum, she turned
it over to us to raise as the best possible carers. We didn't actually
*have* WIRES certification (wildlife rescue service) but then again
there weren't many in our area who did and it was deemed best to keep
him in the area.
Young Poss was a huge source of fun for all the family for about 6
months. We had to be careful not to get him too used to easily-placed
food-stuffs or non-native things, so we did a lot of setting him
'hunting practise' to ferret out hidden eucalypt leaves, gum-blossoms
and young gum-nuts, supplemented by the occasional rose petal or slice
of apple. As he got older, we would let him find his own meals on the
trees in our yard.
Eventually, Dad took him deep into the bushland that was his 'patch' and
set him free. I like to think of him having a little family of his own,
out in native plants and well away from the roads that had caused his
mother's death.
Aramanth .

Roger Zoul wrote:
|| I wonder if all of the opossums I see in the streets around here are
|| dead or faking....I've always thought of them as the definition of
|| road kill 🙂
||

My friend in Texas says that they often see dead armadillos in the roads.
The refer to them as "possum on the half-shell"
<g>

--
Peter
Website: http://users.thelink.net/marengo

Marengo <[email hidden]> wrote:
:> Roger Zoul wrote:
:> || I wonder if all of the opossums I see in the streets around here
:> || are dead or faking....I've always thought of them as the
:> || definition of road kill 🙂
:> ||
:>
:> My friend in Texas says that they often see dead armadillos in the
:> roads. The refer to them as "possum on the half-shell"
:> <g>
:>

yum.... viddles!

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Roger Zoul said:

I wonder if all of the opossums I see in the streets around here are dead or
faking....I've always thought of them as the definition of road kill 🙂

I know, I was shocked the first time I saw a *live* possum.

Joke: "Why'd the chicken cross the road?"

(scroll down for answer)

To show the possum it could be done. :-)

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Roger Zoul said:

Marengo <[email hidden]> wrote:
:> Roger Zoul wrote:
:> || I wonder if all of the opossums I see in the streets around here
:> || are dead or faking....I've always thought of them as the
:> || definition of road kill 🙂
:> ||
:>
:> My friend in Texas says that they often see dead armadillos in the
:> roads. The refer to them as "possum on the half-shell"
:> <g>
:>

yum.... viddles!

Ecch, what my DH charmingly refers to as Road Pizza.

Susan

There's a good first step.

--
Most people are dumb as bricks; some people are dumber than that. -- MFW

"Lass Chance_2" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
news:[email hidden]...

Quoted message said:

Looking back on it I now realize how STOOOOPID I was.

Roger Zoul wrote:
|| Marengo <[email hidden]> wrote:
|||| Roger Zoul wrote:
|||||| I wonder if all of the opossums I see in the streets around here
|||||| are dead or faking....I've always thought of them as the
|||||| definition of road kill 🙂
||||||
||||
|||| My friend in Texas says that they often see dead armadillos in the
|||| roads. The refer to them as "possum on the half-shell"
|||| <g>
||||
||
|| yum.... viddles!

Oddly, it's spelled "victuals!"

--
Peter
Website: http://users.thelink.net/marengo

Marengo <[email hidden]> wrote:
:> Roger Zoul wrote:
:> || Marengo <[email hidden]> wrote:
:> |||| Roger Zoul wrote:
:> |||||| I wonder if all of the opossums I see in the streets around
:> |||||| here are dead or faking....I've always thought of them as the
:> |||||| definition of road kill 🙂
:> ||||||
:> ||||
:> |||| My friend in Texas says that they often see dead armadillos in
:> |||| the roads. The refer to them as "possum on the half-shell"
:> |||| <g>
:> ||||
:> ||
:> || yum.... viddles!
:>
:> Oddly, it's spelled "victuals!"

Interesting....I wondered if I had the spelling right! Hard to imagine that
that's was granny was saying 🙂

🙂

Susan <[email hidden]> wrote:
:> x-no-archive: yes
:>
:> Roger Zoul wrote:
:>> I wonder if all of the opossums I see in the streets around here
:>> are dead or faking....I've always thought of them as the definition
:>> of road kill 🙂
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:> I know, I was shocked the first time I saw a *live* possum.
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:> Joke: "Why'd the chicken cross the road?"
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:> To show the possum it could be done. :-)