I looked out at the yard the other night and I noticed that the hostas were moving--you know, Hobbes' hostas--the one where he finds his mousie friends.
Those leaves were rustlin' while Em and I watched to see who was causing the ruckus. Hobbes was inside, so it really made me curious as to was under those leaves.
"It's the opossum" Joe said confidently, but those leaves were moving too fast for that slow movin' guy and I said so. And with that, this appeared:
I'm putting wagers on either Joe or Hobbes meetin' the stinky end of this little guy. I'll be stocking up on tomato juice this weekend--just in case.