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Last night I was sitting on my patio watching the game, smoking a cigar and thinking about the great weekend cooks that had been. I heard some noises that made me think a mouse had gotten into my table - under the cover. So I pull off the cover and open the bottom drawers - nothing. Open the left door and remove the propane tanks - nothing. Open the right door and don't see anything at first but I can hear it. It's dark. I've got my flashlight and with the shadows it created I couldn't see anything very well due to all the clutter that was in there. Then I saw something that looked like a rope, but I hadn't put a rope in there. Upon further inspection, the rope had evenly spaced ridges like a stack of donuts would have except they got smaller as they ascended. Then I thought I've got a rat - so I go to get a gun but which one. The .357 is a bit messy not to mention the hole it would put in my table, .22 the same just on a smaller scale. So I decide on my son's BB gun. When I get back outside, I open the door slowly, cocked-gun in hand, shine the light in and - wait - that's not a rat it's a friggin' possum! What the... - How the ... A possum?!