Last night I came home late and there was an opossum in the driveway.

Please, please, please, please do not move back into our backyard, o-silly opossum. Trying to figure out how to wash The Pasha’s mouth out after she carried an opossum around (playing dead, but still alive!) our backyard last summer was traumatic.

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