The opossum was a rare sight. He was navigating on the frozen snow in broad daylight through a wide open area. That was just a little unusual. Usually you see them only at night.

The opossum almost got run over by me.  It was dark already and, luckily, I was driving slowly.  I spotted it in front of my car and stopped.  It did not know what to do.  It ran a few feet in one direction and then turned around and made it safely to the other side.  I was glad I was not in a rush.  I never know what I will flush on that road at night.  Sometimes it is deer or raccoons.  I am just glad I did not run over the opossum.

I made a nightly run for snacks.  The convenience/gas station is open twenty-four hours.  On the way home (it was dark already) I flushed a baby cottontail who ran back in the same direction he had come from.  The next thing I had to do was step on my brakes suddenly to prevent myself from running over a raccoon.  He was right in front of me.  I even backtracked to make sure I had not run it over.  I was relieved.  There was no sign of him.  I have to be careful driving at night.  I never know what I am going to flush next.  It could be a deer or turkey or groundhog or an opossum.