and I had the camera.
there it was, staring at me, eyes glazed but too, too open for the stench it was emitting from its deathbed on the fallen leaves beneath our porch.
I can think of better ways to begin a weekend than an encounter with a real dead possum. they stink less when they're playing dead. not much, but less.
*shudder*
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