Why living in the cuts is a good thing.
We recently moved to a house in the cuts.
'The cuts' is a slang term for 'the middle of fucking no where'.
My nearest neighbor is a mile and a half away, my dog has a full fenced acre to romp around in, and other than my girlfriend, there is no one to sneer at my nearly constant nudity.
Also, I saw an opossum fight with a raccoon whilst sitting on my porch a couple of hours ago. There was no real winner. It wasn't even much of a fight. There was just a lot of hissing, growling and screaming.
The 'possum ultimately pulled its signature move and...Played possum. Curious as to how long it would last, I watched it for a few minutes. Apparently aware of my presence [the 'coon had since grown bored and left] it continued to play dead.
So I did what anyone else would do-
...I poked it with a stick.