Luckily, my dog was on-leash because of the many nocturnal creatures that come through the yard. He hates opossums as much as our cat hates opossums. (The cat once raced out the door & took down a full grown opossum for no discernible reason.)
The baby hissed, barred its teeth, did a handstand trying to look larger, bracing its hind legs on the steep slope behind it. By the time I came back out without my dog, with a real camera, the opossum was long gone.
Compare this little guy with the huge opossum we saw last week.
