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We have some new neighbors.

They're from New York. As in, big-city-dwellers.

Mr. New York showed up at our door to inform us that he was pretty sure Zoe killed a 'possum in our backyard. You might recall this.

Yeah, that was my reaction. Another one?!

Bryan's response was, "No. The same one."

At that point, I wrinkled up my nose and let out a big "Eew, gross!"

Bryan felt certain that informing the New Yorkers that this 'possum has actually been under dirt, decaying in our backyard, for a good 6 weeks might not be the greatest introduction to suburbia, so he just went with the "new kill" story.