They need to take care of their teeth–they have 50 of them.
So as I was sitting outside writing the above post on my phone, a possum was creeping around me. I took a few photos and then decided to try for video. Be sure to watch to the end.
That was fun!
Cute. So where roughly do you live to be so hip-deep in possums?
Of all the weird critters around here, possums just don’t seem to be our thing. 5 foot iguanas OTOH.
You ever pilot the route from ATL to GSP? If so, you’ve probably flown pretty much straight over me, because I’m on that line.
That was great! He nearly bumbled face-first into his new, ah, friend.
The cat looks like it’s just getting tired of kicking out all the tweeker wooden-fence-eating possums that wander in.
Well, there is a Possum Kingdom, so it follows that there must be a king.
There is a area of SC not too far from me called Possum Kingdom. It doesn’t even have a Wikipedia page, but it does have a kreamery.
Yes, they have the survival instincts of…um…something with very poor survival instincts.
(And note that I was holding the camera about a foot away from him with the light on and he was completely oblivious to it.)
They have the survival skills of something that isn’t eaten often & whose means of avoiding their few predators is to keel over and play very, very dead. (Including leaking from various orifices. Give 'em an Oscar.)
In other words, possums don’t have to pay attention to their surroundings … much like human hikers secure in their knowlege that they’ve got bear mace or a shotgun.
Bumble around, trample whatever is in your way, no need to pay attention to carnivores in your immediate vicinity.
Who knows? Maybe possums are deep in thought, deciding the great debates of our time or pondering cold fusion or drafting poetry.
Yup; that’s possum country.