So yes, I fell off the blogging bandwagon.
More accurately, I fell off the blogging bandwagon, hit the slush-covered gravel road, rolled into a ditch, and then low-crawled until I found an abandoned fox den, where I proceeded to curl up and hibernate.
Just kidding. I didn’t actually hibernate.
Because neither does my new friend.
This little one has been hanging around our back deck, probably because that’s where the birdfeeders are.
He/she is highly skilled at finding everything the chickadees and squirrels leave behind.
And since opossums also eat ticks, I’m hoping this one sticks around for summer.
In other news, I have a drabble (a story that’s exactly 100 words, minus the title) in Issue 27 of Scribes*MICRO*Fiction. And They All Lived is not a fairy tale, but I think (hope) it’s a complete story.