I was supposed to go see the eye doctor this morning.
I say “supposed to”, because after getting all dressed up (which for me means “wear a nice T-Shirt”), I waited until the appointed time, went out to the garage, turned the key in the ignition, and….
Darn thing didn’t even make a sound, so I know it’s deader than dead.
Speaking of “deader than dead”, Sarah opened up the back door a little while later and informed me that there was a dead kitten on the back porch.
The “kitten” had a curly tail and a pointy snout.
So THAT’S what baby possums look like….