I’ve heard the term “playing possum” all my life, but I’d never seen the thing itself happen until Friday night. I went out as usual with my two dogs, the larger one, Lucy, not on a leash, because she’s pretty obedient, the smaller one, Andy, on a leash, because he isn’t. As we started down the street, the larger one suddenly took off running in the way she only does when she’s chasing an animal. She ran down the driveway of the house next door and I heard some growling and snarling, then silence.
Catching up to her with my flashlight, I found her standing over a possum which was lying perfectly still, on its side. It didn’t show any sign of injury, but it looked pretty dead. It didn’t even seem to be breathing. In fact it looked a lot like this, except that its fur wasn’t disarranged this way.
Next morning it was gone. I suppose it’s possible that Lucy killed it and something else dragged it away, but that’s doubtful–I don’t know what, except another dog, would have done that, and we don’t generally have dogs running loose in our neighborhood. I think it wasn’t dead at all, and its trick worked. It was interesting to see the thing that gave rise to that well-known phrase.
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