In case you were wondering, our urban homestead is not exactly an oppossum habitat, but twice this spring this guy has come to visit. I think he lives in the big trees on our street, and has been disturbed by the city’s annual tree-trimming events. He is clearly intruiged by my husband’s delicious brisquet remains in the grill, usually he just walks along the wall.
Incidently, my yellow freesias have bloomed! Not bad for a dollar-store bag of bulbs that sprouted in my dark powder room, eh?