Dropped by right after breakfast, walked right up and introduced himself as I was ripping stock for an appliance garage. Hung around for lunch, begged part of my ham sandwich, then left with out so much as "by your leave". Didn't lift a hand, but watched everything closely and appeared to be taking notes.
They're very curious, when they're young like that. We get them every spring, and they sure are cute.
Even when they get older, they're not aggressive, like people think. That defensive pose they strike, when cornered, looks pretty viscous with those crazy teeth and all and the hissing.
They also are not disease-ridden and dangerous to your pets, like many think. Their body temperatures are actually too low to host most mammal viruses like rabies.
Because they're almost blind when not in the dark, it's pretty easy to catch them by just putting a box or crate right next to them. They'll climb right inside, trying to escape the light.
Many years ago, on a Sunday afternoon in the control room of a recording studio, I was attempting to lay down a bass track on a tune that just had to be finished that day. I was alone, there was no way to punch-in a
24 track in those days without re-winding and starting over, and only one track was left open so I couldn't comp it. I'd already had half a dozen shots at it from the top and was finally in the pocket and grooving on the last chorus when I caught a movement out the corner of my eye.
WTF? This was in a big city, no way in hell a curly haired, white, baby possum is going to walk into a recording studio, in broad daylight, downtown, in a big city, right?
Like hell!
Little shit walked right up to my tapping right foot, set himself down, looked up, and comfortably made himself an audience.
But, there was also NO way in hell I was going to stop playing, even for Godzilla, with only 30 seconds left to go on the best take of the day!
Only slight rattled, I managed to keep the groove, and while holding the last note long enough for the long fade the tune was supposed have, that little shit looked up at me as if say "Well, that wasn't all that bad, might wanna keep that one!", yawned, turned around and walked out.
(He did show up about a week later at the adjoining club next door and scared the shit out of the girls behind the bar ... but that's another story.)
And I know from experience that with that kind of humidity and temp it feels like 70 to us from Houston. Last time my wife and I were in Moab the temp was around 107 at noon. Mixed with the low humidity we found it entertaining to visit the gift shops and the owners commenting how hot it was. It was a delightful day for us.
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