Back in the 70's while in college, I made a midnight alcohol influenced decision to corner a possum on a sorority's front porch thinking that it would be cool to see it play possum. It turned into a Tasmanian Devil and chased my ass down the street. Scared the crap out of me! What the hell makes them play possum? Apparently not me. Since then, I give all those little critters a bit more space, just so my manhood stays intact.
