This one time, at band camp, I caught a possum in a trap meant for a filthy feral cat. My neighbor decided to not let him out herself and also give him her leather jacket, in case he was cold or wanted to entertain us with his Fonz impression. Mr. Possum did not, but rather chose to grip on to the cage with his tiny monkey like paws while sort of snarling before scampering off to do whatever it is possums do when not playing dead. Overall, it was a pretty exciting day.
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