My neighbors two doors to my right may be moving, if the sudden clearance of their property is an indication. Meanwhile, the neighbors between us need to mow or something.
To my left, it’s a jungle in desperate need of clearing. I am uncharacteristicly peering out my window, noticing the differences, when movement in the overgrowth next door catches my eye. A long, naked tail… attached to…
Oh my God, if that’s a rat it’s enormous.
I am staring in horror, hoping it’s, please, please, please…
It lifts its face up out of the greenery. White pointy face… yes, opossum. Not rat.
Well that’s a huge relief. Still, it disappears into the underbrush… I know they’re generally docile unless cornered but I don’t like the idea of coming face to face with that….
I might never go outside again.