I was talking yesterday about nature red in tooth and claw, and I recalled this picture of this past spring, when the possums come out from their squat under my house and are killed, perhaps by Jenny Lind. I don't know, I've never seen it happen. One morning I looked out my bedroom window and a vulture was cleaning up a dead possum. It made a very thorough job of it. You can't see the possum in this picture - it's just on the other side of the walkway. Neither possums nor vultures are cute.
Reading: Started and finished I Can't Remember Anything, so now I have two books to talk about. Started The Plug-In Drug, and Fearless Jones.
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