Bunny and I were helping a friend move some stuff out of her house.
We were in the front bedroom packing things up, and she was in the back. Suddenly, she was in the doorway, looking panicked.
"There's a possum in the kitchen, and it... it YAWNED at me!!!" I looked up, confused. "It yawned at you?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow. She nodded, and I laughed, wondering how in the world that was scary.
She got frustrated, and insisted we come to the kitchen to see for ourselves, so we did.
Under the sink, in a small empty margarine bowl, was an adorable baby possum. It blinked sleepily at us, then hissed. Now, when a possum hisses, it opens it's mouth wide, and tilts it's head back a bit, so I suppose it could be mistaken for a yawn.
Bunny grabbed up the bowl, possum and all, and quickly set it outside. The possum immediately ran off.
But ever since then, we have referred to a possum's hissing as a "yawn."
|Not the possum in question, but looks pretty much the same.|