Back in the day, I was living in a cabin in Colorado. So one evening I was driving home and was slowing down as I was at the point where the road changed from pavement to dirt. And what did I see? A mama opossum crossing the road with a bunch of little babies trailing behind. It was like a little storybook scene.
Apparently there are a lot of raccoons and possums (and coyotes) in the general area of where I now live. There's a nearby lake and a lot of underground streams. I've only seen a raccoon in my yard one time since 1998. And a possum showed up the following night. Kind of weird. My house was getting a paint job by workers who were on the late shift. They were the ones who spotted the critters and I couldn't believe how scared those housepainters were. It's not like either the raccoon or the possum were up close and personal. Or on my roof.
