When the floodlights flashed on, the possum looked for a better place to dine. He ran behind the corner of the porch, where he was out of the light. Coincidentally, the corner of the porch was about four feet from where I was sitting in the spa. I watched the possum munching on the bread. He was a big, well-fed marsupial, about the size of a large cat. Since he didn’t have any water to drink with his hunk of bread and he didn’t want to get choked, he really had to chew his food well. Fortunately, he had some big jaws and strong teeth behind that long nose and legendary grin, well suited for chewing. As I sat in the spa and watched him enjoying his meal, I felt lucky to witness such a sight at such close proximity. For people who have house possums (my sister Billie, for instance) this is not a rare sight, but it was a real treat for me.
Watching those teethy jaws chomping on the bread, I flashed back many years to another close encounter. Two friends and I had been to a New Years Eve party at the Stanley residence in Virginia. At about 2am we left the party, in high spirits. I was driving, Scott was in the passenger seat, and Dee was in the back seat. As we were winding down the long driveway, a possum scurried across the road. Scott yelled to stop, so I pointed the lights in the direction of the critter and hit the brakes. Scott bailed out of the car and ran after the possum. Dee and I couldn’t believe what happened next – the possum started climbing a tree and Scott grabbed it by the tail and pulled it off the tree! Dee and I were rolling around in the car laughing at Scott’s bold move and the possum’s misfortune. Scott held the possum out as far as he could from his body and gave it a shake as it tried to curl up to bite him. He started walking back to the car.