Visitor to the Deck

The other night, just after the snow had stopped, Mr. Always Random went to the back door to get more firewood.

"Ummm...whose footprints are those?"

No one had been out on the deck in a few hours. Not even Indy.

Yes, the photography was not stellar. One tends to be nervous when she thinks Bigfoot (or his tiny off-spring...these were not big tracks, mind you) might jump out of nowhere and cold-cock you, knocking you unconscious and capturing your children.

Hey, it could happen. Don't judge.

My first thought was raccoons. We have seen them in the woods behind our house, and waddling into the drain at the edge of our property (you know...in their natural environment).

But here is a picture of raccoon tracks.

Close...but not quite a match.

Then I thought opossum. Which makes sense (more sense, actually) because we suspect that the live under the deck.

And we have seen the retreat of their wormy tails when we take Indy outside in the dark.

Sometimes we see their glowing eyes too, just beyond the edge of where the fingers of the porch light extends.

I really love them...can't you tell?

Yup. Definitely opossum.

Yuck.

I think I would have preferred a tiny Bigfoot.

Editor's Note: The next morning Mr. Always Random saw additional tracks (which he failed take a picture of for me...even after a year+ of blogging, he still has yet to grasp the importance of taking pictures of everything!), but they included what appeared to be "drag marks" of a wormy tail as well. Everyone together: eeeuwww!

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