Saturday, August 2, 2014

El Zorro

My family said there was something eating abuela's chickens.  They said it only came at night.  Said it slunk around in the shadows.  My family called it zorro, a fox.  Said we would have to trap it and kill it one day to keep the chickens safe.  Finally one day, we caught it in a hollowed out log behind the latrines.  Finally we had it.


I looked, expecting to see an actual fox.  Instead I saw this thing.

A possum.  That is a possum, not a fox.  I tried not to feel cheated.


My host brother later tied it up to that tree, and we found a neighbor who had a pet boa he wanted to feed it to, so there was that.

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