playing possum-or not

Sam is protective.

Sam is territorial.

Sam is also very loving and playful.

He combined all of those traits sometime Sunday night

and it resulted in a gift for me in the backyard.

I glanced out of the kitchen window Monday morning

and saw a light mound in the middle of the yard.

At first I thought one of the kids had left an article of clothing outside.

When I looked again later I realized it was not cloth, 

it was an animal.

Since it hadn't moved at all I knew it was dead.

I couldn't see it very well, 

but I knew it was either a cat or...

This possum ain't playin',
and neither was Sam when it came into our yard.
I took a g-rated photo.
It was actually quite disgusting.

If Bill was alive I would have called him, 

even if he was at work,

and he would have come home to take care of it.

But he isn't and none of my boys were around.

That left me or Ruth. 

And Ruth was not going past the back door.

She said I was brave for taking care of it.

I am not brave. 

It had to be done.

It was in my back yard.

Xavier couldn't play outside with a dead possum in the yard.

So I got a shovel, a big plastic bag and rolled the critter into it.

Love and necessity can enable you to do things you never thought possible.