In the cool of the night…
(feel a need to due homage to Sidney Poitier and Rod Steiger here)
In the cool of the night, the Opossums come to dine.
Don’t remember seeing an Opossum during the day. Unless it was deep in the woods, heavily in shadow, and usually peeking out from underneath something.
That’s their own name for themselves, by the way.
In OriOrinda, the Opossums’ native tongue, their name translates to “Beware my piercing teeth.”
Good to know, that.
Good to know.