Close Encounters

Late last night T and I took a walk around the neighborhood.  The townhouses across the way have a nice little garden with a bench and the gate was open.  I told T that I was going to check it out.  I took one step inside the gate and noticed a furry face with two beady eyes six feet away looking at me.  I was startled and said, "I'm not going in, there is an opossum!," and quickly moved away.  It's a good thing I didn't keep going because by then T had noticed that the "opossum" was really a skunk!