"I was riding down the road one day {yesterday} someone {I} hit a possum."
It really made me sad. The stupid thing ran right out in front of me on my way home at like 11:30 pm. Also, I think I might have only winged it and that made me feel even worse that it's limping around all hurt now.
Bummer.
But it does give me an excuse to post this:
"Oh possum, your end is the road."
On Tuesday nights (like tonight), I go to community band rehearsal after work, and I get home around 10pm. The last leg of my drive home puts me on the local roads, past farms, marshes, and the York river. By the time I get to that point, I'm itching to get home, so I'm booking it at 50 to 55 mph, while keenly monitoring my periphery for deer.
About a month ago, I came over a rise in the road, and there was a possum right in the middle of my lane. He slowly looked up, as if to say "oh, no", like a cartoon tortoise facing the inevitable. I managed to straddle the critter, but there was a thump as I drove over. I never saw any roadkill the next morning, or even anything on the side of the road, so maybe he was just stunned?