Naturally, just as I realized I needed something out of the laundry room, I open the door, and there is Peyton staring at me with those beady, beady eyes. Instead of running out the door, he ran back under the house. Not immediately, mind you. No, both of us just sort of stood there holding our breath and gawking. Then we both exhaled and ran in opposite directions. :lol:

OK, OK. I will admit that if Peyton didn’t smell like he had been rummaging through garbage, which I imagine he has been — not ours, thankfully, and if he wasn’t pretending my laundry room was his bedroom, there might possibly be some tiny little bit of cuteness apparent. Just a bit. He’s really just too large to be cute though. I’m not kidding. Biggest possum I have ever seen in the city. Huge.

Must keep camera on me at all times for the rest of the night. Positively must get a good photo of Peyton for posterity. :)