Opie
That’s what I call him - our very own Opossum. Just 15 minutes ago I let Charlotte out for her potty break. We were watching “Coffee and Cigarettes”, and suddenly, Charlotte was barking. The weird thing is that she had run back into the house and started to bark, something she hasn’t done before. I looked out and there it was - Opie. 
Turns out Opie has a place where he “comes back to” - our tree. All he wanted was a quiet place to sleep and spend the night.
And so this is the story of Opie. I can see his little tail poking out of the leaves. How cute. Goodnight Opie, Our Opie. 