Languid New Orleans Time (Part III).
Janice’s son is telling the story about the time he was lying under a live oak at midnight. It is a real thriller.
"While I was lying on the ground, a opossum tottered over. It was a filthy beast, wandering slowly in my direction, flat-footed. The opossum probably weighed twenty-five pounds.
"I jumped and startled the opossum. It played dead. I left it alone, even though I could have picked it up if I wanted to. Once they play dead, it takes them a while to wake up."
Janice interjects, "Cajuns eat opossum. Creoles eat turtle. Are you sure you don't want a beer, baby?"