I have lived most of my life in Minnesota. When I was growing up in the 70s and 80s, we didn’t have possums. Possums were rodents from rural Alabama, not Minnesota.
I’m not sure why (I have my theories, such as climate change, urban explosion, and severely declining habitats for wildlife), but now we have possums in Minnesota. I no longer consider them rodents from redneck states, and in fact I sort of like having them around. My cats aren’t afraid of them, they are so slow that you can’t be frightened of them, they’re harmless in terms of my garden (which my rabbits and deer eat) and the old foundation of my house (which the mice dig holes into). “Our” possum lives under an old shed, and he just looks around for stuff to eat and likes to drink water from the birdbath from time to time. And this possum, well, he’s so ugly that he’s cute.
It snowed here last weekend, a fluffy snow that landed smoothly and made everything look beautiful outside. When I got home from work Monday night, I noticed some funny tracks in the backyard snow, and realized they were from our
southern redneck midwestern friend with the loooong tail:
This possum is welcome here. I hope he sticks around.