The dog lunged out to the deck and before I knew it he had apprehended an adult opossum. I shooed him away but the opossum was sticking to–curl up and play dead. He wasn’t bad at it but his blinking and tail movement reassured us he was alive.

As soon as the coast was clear, he escaped. Hope he is ok…

He reminded me of a game I played frequently with my parents when I was very young–playing dead–playing possum.

It was my culture. Now it seems so far away, like the people who inhabited my long ago childhood–all gone.