My little Shih Tzu hauled butt one nite toward this Opossum on our wall. Not sure Why? I followed. I went back in and the poor thing would not move. So I snapped a shot and saw first hand the old time saying in action of " Playing dead like a Possum!" He drooled like a faucet, show his fangs and would not move. To him I must look like a grizzly bear. I went in and finally he went on his way. I remembered reading Mark Twain and how he would eat Opossum gowels fried up in hogs fat. GEE! seeing this guy up close I would have to be starving to eat one. Yeach!!!!