Last night Paul woke me up from sleeping while he was reading National Geographic because there was a possum snacking loudly on his porch. You could hear it through the wall/door/whatever. We crept over to the door, threw the porch light on and opened the door, and there he was! So cute and ugly and weird, and very curious. I leaned in to see because I am blind, and he appeared ready to just come on in, so we backed off and closed the door a bit more, then watched him turn around and waddle slowly down the stairs.
big, too, must have been 15 lbs or something!