Holy macaroni, there is an o'possum on our porch. My DH was using the "refrigerator on the porch" (meaning just outside) for our honeycomb and when I walked out this guy was helping himself. Then he made himself at home on one of my porch chairs. We went out later to find him in our chicken coop, which sadly means he had to go, but he was good for a shock and a laugh.
Heather
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