Sadly, this reunion did not happen. Just the next night, our fearless protector - Zoe, found what we assumed was this possum and killed him. My Mom was more valiant than her gagging daughter and got rid of the dead possum before anyone (Steitler) could wake up and ask questions. Then, Thursday night, I wake up because I hear Zoe barking and growling. I look out the deck door just in time to see her toss another possum in the air and chase it across the deck, nudge it, then throw it again. I go out and move Zoe away, take the shovel and toss possum #2 over the fence. Not an hour later, I hear Zoe growl, bark once, and before I can hit the door, I hear the pounce. So again, I grab the shovel but Possum #3 looks less dead, like perhaps he is playing "possum." So I scoop him into a bucket and throw the whole bucket over the fence. The next morning, Mom helped me scope out the bucket and was kind enough to empty it.
How many possum bodies will it take to understand Zoe's position on visitors?
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