RASCAL: Mom! There was a dead squirrel on the road!
ME: No, dear, that was an opossum.
(And no, we weren’t the ones that hit it)
RASCAL: What do they do?
ME: Mainly get hit by cars.
I hate it when I don’t have the correct answer right away. I need to look up opossums now and figure out their purpose. Besides being a moving speed bump, that is….
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