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Possum Carl and Sue, two old family friends, invited me to supper one evening. When I arrived, Carl began to tell me how he’d caught the possum driving home one night. Possums like to stare at car headlights. He explained that you had to put a possum up for a week or two because of all the junk and trash they eat. About this time, Sue called us in to eat. When I walked in the dining room, it looked like there was a skinned rat in the middle of the table lying in grease with sweet potatoes decoratively placed around it. We also had greens and cornbread. My grandma taught me in true Southern tradition that when you eat at someone’s house you were to use your manners and clean your plate. Grandma would have been proud. I managed to eat it, say thank you, and leave. Wouldn’t you know it, the first thing I saw as I turned out of their driveway was a dead possum, a.k.a road kill. Needless to say, I lost my supper. Sylvia G. Crouch | Taylorsville | EnergyUnited |
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