I have seen quite a many possums in the day time. Maybe they were insomniacs!

My grand-dad would catch them, put them in a pen for several weeks, feeding with corn until they were very fat. Then, they would eventually become temporary residents of his oven, where they would be baked for several hours...head still attatched.

Grand-dad considered it a delicacy, as did many others in the area. But, the first time I saw a baked possum grinning at me from the table, I decided that there must be better things to eat.

Hell, I don't know...I might have missed out on a fine meal!

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