Possums are wanderers, rarely staying in one place twice. And this one was wandering through an Indiana wetland when it came out of a patch of weeds and met up with me.
Is that determination in his face or surprise? How did it lose that nip of ear? The possum wandered a bit, pretending I did not exist all the while eyeing me out of the corner of its eye. And then it headed off in no particular hurry.
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