Possums. I know a whole lot more about them than I used to. . . My phone rang about midnight.... “Mom?” “Cole, where are you? Are you ok?” (picturing the same scenario all mom's picture) “Mom, I’m fine. I’m behind the garage.” “Good. Why are you behind the garage?” “Well, when I opened the garage door a … Continue reading Son, I’m Not A Possum Whisperer!