Early on Sunday morning, Caleb and I went outside to pick up the paper. As I walked outside, I turned to the right and what did I see? A Chupacabra!
After some close inspection and visits to a couple of cryptozoology websites, I came to the conclusion that we had a possum. To make sure it was asleep, I threw a stick at it (you can see the stick on top of the possum). Knowing that the defense mechanism for possums is playing dead, I had to be cautious, so I made Caleb touch it first (just kidding)
Because it was a Sunday, I tried to call Guilford County Animal Control, but they were closed. The website pointed me to 911, so I called them. Of course, they said there is nothing they could do, so I just left it all day.
On Sunday, I came back to a dead possum. I really don’t know why he came to our house to die on Father’s day, but he’s gone now, so all is well.
you are super brave to take a pic - I would have screamed and run!
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