Dining Out at the Critter Cafe
But when I got out of the car and turned toward the house, there it was, in the same spot, baldly regarding me with the unearned confidence of a teenage boy behind a car's steering wheel.
"Get going!" I said, bewildered at its lack of fear.
It sighed deeply, then gave me a look of disdain as it reluctantly lumbered away. I have never been treated to such naked contempt by a being over which I ostensibly held the power of life and death.
"Yeah, I see you, lady," he seemed to say as he slowly, slowly, slowly made his way to our neighbor's backyard.
Much more afraid of him than he was of me, I ran past where he'd been and went inside. I'd cracked the case! I threw my keys down and yelled to my husband:
"It's a possum!"
"What's a possum?"
"The thing eating our garbage cans!"
There was a long pause from the living room.
Eventually, I heard him answer, quietly but redolent with the sound of defeat:
"Did you try the wolf urine yet?"
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