Little funny story about possums. Karl's mother had moved into a new apartment and she kept telling us she wasn't sure about it, because they had rats the size of cats there. Karl and I were leaving one night and finally caught a glimpse of one of her rats - it was a possum! LOL


Oh and Joanna, you know about the Cafe we have down here in the south, right? Roadside Cafe - You kill 'em, we grill 'em!