possum. Yep, at 2 a. m., that’s the game I was playing. Frankly, it was not so much fun. The dogs began barking furiously at 2 a. m. Of course, it woke me. It was their “Eureka. We’ve found something and we want to kill it.” bark. I went out and there on the fence was a possum. I “shooed” it, and that didn’t work. I knew too well if I didn’t get it to go away, the dogs would bark all night. I fetched a push broom off the patio, and gave the possum a good backhanded whack. All those years of tennis finally paid off. The possum fell into the neighbors’ yard. The dogs sniffed at the fence a bit and then lost interest. I hope I didn’t kill the possum, but I haven’t called the neighbor. Possums are pretty tough, though. I’m hoping it doesn’t come around again for a rematch.