In addition to the coyotes circling our pasture every pre-dawn morning, this weekend's cold snap has made an impetus for bringing outdoor cats indoors at bedtime. Last night before bed, I headed out the back door, into the dark, into our grotto, to fetch one of the errant kitties.
I spied him scuttling across the mulched garden and under one of the Adirondacks. I stepped off the porch towards him, to scoop him up in my arms and to bring him into the house for nighttime safety.
I stopped short.
Just barely short enough:
It was a little possum.
Scared to death at the human calling, "MacArthur! Come here!" at him.
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THE JOY OF COOKING (1975) says on p. 515 that "if possible, trap 'possum and feed it on milk and cereals for 10 days before killing. Clean but do not skin. Treat as for pig by immersing the unskinned animal in water just below the boiling point."
And so on. It suggests you eat it with turnip greens.
I wonder how one "cleans" a possum?
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