Coming Back for the One
When I moved my front steps, an opossum scurried away from under it and escaped under the house. But the unusual thing about this opossum was that she was carrying an arched tail load of countless young, pink babies. As I continued to work to repair the steps, I noticed there was a baby possum lying helplessly there in the dirt. The little creature had missed the bus on the quick exit by the mother. However, as I stood there, leaning on my shovel, looking at the little helpless baby opossum, out from under the house came the mother possum, still fully loaded with a tail full of many small possums. She gathered the baby onto her tail and off back under the house she went. How did she know she had left one? There were so many, all looking alike. Why would she risk coming back with me standing with a shovel right there above her for just another baby when she had so many already? Why the one? God lo...