Don't kiss that possum--you don't know where it's been.
The last couple of day's posts for some reason or other had to do with possums. Ordinarily this blog has other priorities, but sometimes you just gotta ride that possum train.
Yesterday, a friend of mine and fellow goat herder who read the possum post sent in the following comment:
My buddy was deer hunting one year near his camp in Pocahontas county.
He came upon the edge of this field and saw a sheep laying in the edge of the field on it's side.As he came closer he could see the sheep was on it's side violently shaking.
He raised his gun, sort of afraid that it had rabies or some other disease and in it's death throes might jump up and charge him.
The closer he got the more violent the shaking became until he was nearly on top of it and the shaking suddenly stopped and a huge possum came crawling out of where the sheep's anus had been.
He then realized the sheep was long dead and ripe, and the possum had chewed his way into the body cavity...and was just having a nice little picnic.How's that for an image? And on that note, have a great weekend!