Grannie lived in Rural Louisiana. These little buggers were always a pest. She usually killed them and made possum patties for Rastas, her protective dog. Well, not really patties, but meat for him. Any good hunter knows that if you want to train a dog to find what you are looking for you must let them taste the meat. This allows them to smell the animal and chase it away or alert you to their presence. In my younger days I loved to hunt rabbit, squirrel, and pheasant—never possum. As I grew older I began to realize that these creations were too beautiful to kill. The older I get the more I love life, and especially nature. I have not been hunting in over 25 years. I do not miss it. Rather, I take the time to get close to nature and enjoy it by taking the photos it allows me to have. In this case, an unexpected visitor to my back yard. Ugly and beautiful! Remember the old saying, “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder?” I wonder what God saw in this face when created?