Friday night I haphazardly tossed the contents of the evening’s milk shake off the back deck down 14′ feet or so into our compost pile. Much to the utter surprise of a large-ish opossum, the milky-sweet goodness splattered loudly as it found its mark on the possum’s back. The possum made short work of shimmying the fence around the pile and headed off into the great wild where his friends will undoubtedly mock him, calling him names and catching licks on his hind quarters as they’re able.