To answer the blog post’s question: my backyard in Indiana (not to be confused with the new apartment, where there is a happy lack of rodents. Of course, I’m pretty sure that if the new apartment had a possum inside of it, it would very quickly become the old apartment).

This is not the first possum Choppy has found back there; I detailed a previous close encounter of the marsupial kind back in May.

Unlike the May encounter, this time Paul got to get an up-close-and-personal view of the possum, which means a set of pictures. Had it just been me, jaded as I am about the possums, I would have just ignored it and dragged Choppy inside without the pictures.

Also, in case it isn’t obvious, these are all pictures Paul took, mostly while I stood inside, where it was nice and warm.

[Note: I realized after this posted that I should let everyone know the possum isn’t dead – it’s just playing possum. He was definitely gone by the next time Choppy went outside].

Choppy enjoys barking at the possums, but has no desire to do anything that involves touching them.
Choppy enjoys barking at the possums, but has no desire to do anything that involves touching them.
Then again, look at that thing. I don't blame her for not wanting to touch it.
Then again, look at that thing. I don’t blame her for not wanting to touch it.