Babs has given me many different experiences during her late-night gigs wandering outside. The latest is what I call a A Close Encounter of the O'Possum Kind.
It was warm enough for me to go outside with Babs to make sure she did what she was expected to do. As I was standing in the yard - at 2:30 a.m. - I noticed a movement to my right, and looking over, I saw a medium-sized possum walking along the garden under the Japanese Tree Lilac. I moved, and he (or she - how do you tell?) stopped. He stared at me, not moving. I decided I would scare him away before we had an innocent encounter of the Babs kind.
I stepped back and ran toward him. Nothing. No flinch, no hissing, no movement. Nothing. I did it again. Nothing. No reaction. I threw sticks at him. Nothing. I threw bark . . . oops, no, dried dog poop (hey it was dark!) . . . and actually hit him. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. In the meantime, Babs wandered closer and closer. When I moved toward her to pick her up, the possum decided s(he) had enough and very slowly . . . .v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y . . . backed up, turned around, and ambled through the fence.
I do not think the possum would actually hurt Babs, but it would certainly scare her. I didn't want that to happen, so I didn't wait to see what an introduction would do. Instead, Babs and I came inside, and the possum went on his or her merry way. Fun times late at night.
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