One morning, thinking like Bee-dubya-ell that possum take to hiding during daylight hours, I was surprised to see what appeared to be a dead possum laying in the yard as I let my dogs out for their morning routines. They went to sniff at it and of course got no response which furthered my belief that the possum must be dead. I went to the shed to get a shovel and bury the thing. As I went to slide the shovel under the carcass he thought he had carried his game of 'playing possum' too far and proceeded to get up and snarl and hiss at me before rushing off under the fence and into a neighbors yard. His getting up startled both the dogs and myself. They both ran into the house and it was some time before I could coax my fearless protectors back outside!