Where were we.  Oh yes, my need for nicotine had superseded my fear of the giant like rodents invading my front porch.

So I fearlessly braved the dark, picked up my now dirty cell phone, assumed the position on the step and lit up my favorite hobby. 

I should mention, wild animals (for some reason) have absolutely no fear of me.  It's pathetic and I blame my curly hair.  No fear.  Squirrels tell me off, birds land on my shoulder -you get the picture.

So I was expecting critters.  What kind of critters who knows.  Personally I was hoping for anything but skunks.  And for once I got my wish.  Halfway through my first fag I saw it. 

One pointy little twitchy nose poking out from around the side of the laundry room.  This was how I met Gomer.  He wiggled around the corner -cautious eye on me and ran right for me.  Veering at the last minute into a tiny hole in the very porch I was sitting on!     

Two beady little eyes and one little gray body had followed the little twitching nose and suddenly I was looking at the little itty bitty body of a baby opossum.  I mean a tiny little baby.  Where oh where could mommy be.
This was a question I never could conclusively answer.  What I came up with was this:
Mommy opossum had had her babies in my garage -unbeknownst to me.  Anyway, recently I had cleaned out parts of my garage.  I believe some of the baby opossums had gotten separated from their mommy in their mad dash from my garage.  For some reason instead of following mom, the babies had run into the first hiding place they had found.  A tiny hole right under my front porch!

As I watched the opossum I would come to know as Gomer, I couldn't help but smile.  It had to be a boy.  Moments after it's little tale had disappeared in the whole I saw it's little nose peaking out.  Apperantly it was as curious as me as I was of it.