Play dead

My dog stares maliciously at the possum (who for some reason ran straight to my dog).

Escaping from the trash can.

In the trash can.

A few weeks ago my dad told me to follow him outside. Once we arrrived at our driveway, he opens up a trash can....and I look into the eyes of one of the ugliest creatures alive: a possum. Apparently, my dog had tackled and pinned down a possum last night. The possum had played dead, but my unaware dad put the possum into a bag to place into the trash can. When he opened the trash the next morning, the possum had come out of the bag and was eating our trash. My father and I then allowed the possum to escape by toppling over the trash can.

Interesting Sunday morning.