Some of you may remember my recent fascination with opossums. Well it hasn't subsided, I still think they're rad, which was why OMF and I were bummed to find one dead in our alley about a month ago. It was really pretty strange. From the outside there didn't appear to be anything wrong with him as you can plainly see in this photo here taken where we found him:
And again here on the little bed of leaves we constructed as his eternal resting place:
Scooping him up with a shovel and tossing him in the dumpster felt wrong so instead we collected the little bugger and planted him under a couple of Japanese boxwoods in the boulevard. It was a very somber affair.