OK, so there's a dead possum in my backyard this morning. That is not a metaphor, but an actual dead animal. Isn't a possum a southern animal? Why is it in Minnesota? And more importantly, why is it in my backyard? Did it visit me before? It's a mystery. Also, possums are not attractive animals:
All that and a rat's tail. Yeesh.
I could post a picture of my deceased visitor, but I don't want to gross you out. And now I have to dispose of the damn thing. Perhaps I'll have it stuffed and donate it to the Vermillion, S.D., library. They live for that sort of thing.
Any of you naturalists out there know about the habits of possums? Or is there some spiritual significance -- like maybe I had a possum spirit guide but now he's moved on so the turtle can take over or something? So many questions.