A while later, Gedalya was at the window, looking outside, when I heard him ask calmly, "Mama, who's eating our cheese, a bear?"
I was busy with Yom Tov cooking, so at first I answered, "Yeah, Gedalya... a bear. Wow."
Then I processed the statement. I ran to the window and saw:
and quickly ran to get the camera. I was pretty sure it was either a possum or a giant rat. I preferred to believe the former. A google search later on confirmed that it was indeed a possum.
The boys stood on the windowsill, waving at the creature and shouting, "Berele! Shnei Berele! Hi!!! We love you!"
oh my! what an adventure. you really have to pay attention to what the kiddies are saying! especially yours, as they seem to attract adventure LOL. i grew up in 'possum' town...and raccoon land and more.
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yeah, go dad.
Yup, raccoons visit us as well. Those aren't so rare here- I never knew there were so many raccoons! But this is the first time seeing an opossum. I wonder where he lives, and how he gets around inconspicuously.
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