Our sleep last night was interrupted at 3am by Yahtzee suddenly freaking out and banging against the door. So, once I recovered from my heart attack, I got up and opened the door for her. She tore out into the yard, in what I thought was her usual enthusiasm. I shut the door, and then as usual, flipped on the porch light. The light came on just in time to watch a living possum scamper up the big tree trunk in the back yard and perch at the highest point of it. The possum then became a statue at the top while Yahtzee attempted to employ her very limited tree climbing skills to reach the little bugger. That was the first live possum that I had seen in the "wild". I had to get Lady Gecko out of bed to have her take a look at it too. The most surprising item of this event was that while Yahtzee was jumping at the tree, she never barked. She only permitted the possum her huffy-growl.
I also must share that a few weeks ago, Lady and I saw our first ever live armadillo in the rustic wilderness of the Subway parking lot. We had to stay and be awed by its ... um, I guess we can call it beauty. Especially since it wasn't on the side of the road with its feet up in the air!
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