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."
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| Not the possum in question, but looks pretty much the same. |
I learned in High School why I have only ever seen one *live* possum in my life. I was on my way home from school in my car, and rounded a corner...and there it was...an adult possum the size of a large cat. I slowed down, expecting it to run off, when it just stared at me, I honked my horn at it. It then *raised up* on its hind paws and hissed at me! I'm sure my car is scared of possums to this day *eyeroll*
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