If this possum was playing dead, it's now trying to eat it's way out of a trash bag.

As I began to ascend the bank behind the push mower, thankfully self-propelled, I heard a loud "POP". "What happened?", I asked myself; though I knew I was asking myself this question just to postpone the horrific news I knew I was about to discover. I turned around to see a garbage truck fleeing the scene and ten feet behind, the entrails of a large possum strewn about the road. The large possum was still present as well, but the furry body was no longer the swarming point of the Musca domestica (common housefly), they had moved to the exposed intestines.

Upon arrival that morning to cut the lawn at my father's office, I had noticed a presumably dead possum on the road. I had no desire to touch it then even though it showed only minor signs of outward trauma. After this incident (I can't guarantee accident know what I would have done as the truck driver) I thought, "I feel bad for whoever has to clean that up." Well, guess what I was asked to do next? Yep - you probably guessed it unless you're a moron. I'd like to give a special thanks to garbage bags, flat shovels, and Kidron Auction for the livestock dump area in which this possum joined several small goats. Also, I'd like to thank a bluegrass band called, "The Possum Boys" for selling me a shirt back in November 2007 - this gave me appropriate attire to wear this evening and I truly feel part of the group.