So... I saw another opossum in my backyard last night. It's been years since the last. Squirrels, bluejays, cardinals, even the uncommon hawk comes calling. But something in me prefers the opossums. Maybe it's the fact that marsupials are an evolutionary oddity on this side of the big, blue marble. Maybe it's just that they walk funny, silently, through the night. And pass me without running away.