I don't think I've ever shared my story about the opossum that was scratching at our door at night.
One night I was sitting in the living room watching TV because I couldn't fall asleep and I kept hearing scratching at the door. My husband's dog was flipping out so I went and grabbed my 9 mm, I opened up the door but there was nothing there. I sit back down get comfortable again and then I hear the scratching again. Again I go outside and there's nothing there.
I hear it again so I tell my husband to get up because I don't know what it is and he was sleeping since it was 1 am. He grabs the 9mm and goes outside and there's an opossum at the door. The thing fell over and played dead
I don't know what it was doing scratching on our door, but since then I've called it the zombie opossum

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