Knock Knock

It seems last night I had a visitor come calling.

Hello? Do you have a moment to talk about landscaping?
Have we got a plan to help you with your grubs!

He wandered right up to my back door. Snuffled around the edge of the house, up to the bird feeders, down to the shed, paid super special attention to the garbage can (but didn't attempt to climb it.) Then the tracks go under the shed.
For all I know he's still there.
I didn't get down to check.

Funny little hand prints in the snow.

At first I thought they were raccoon tracks (which I really don't need taking up any sort of residence. Adorable, but a pain in the neck.) On further examination I saw the funny thumbs, which leads me to think it's an opossum. If so, it's the biggest stinkin' opossum I've ever seen. But 'possums eat a ton of bugs, and aren't generally hugely pesky, so he can stay for now. They are kind of so ugly they're cute. I'm looking forward to seeing what comes from the trail camera.

This has led me to think about jacking up the shed and putting a solid block foundation under it, so nothing can set up permanent residence there, though.
I'm the only one who should be receiving mail at 107 Brigham Hill.