Maine trooper finds this dude wasn't playing possum

Opossum image posted with tome. (Facebook photo)

"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?" The Trooper knows.
Sometimes, we take a short break from fighting criminality in all its forms. That's right, every once in a while we get to do something relatively easy. You know, like what the Game Wardens do every day. (We love you fellas in green though, we really do.)

Yesterday, Trooper Eric Paquette was going about his non-caped crusader duties in the town of Greene. We don't wear capes. We tried them. They looked cool, but proved too impractical. Anyway, he came upon two vehicles pulled off the edge of the roadway, so he did what we in the business like to call an "Investigation." Trooper Paquette was suddenly confronted by one of the citizenry in dire need of his assistance. It seems whilst driving, Mr. James Feely ( No, I'm not calling him out, he said we could use his name and he's a good sport) was given a start by a stowaway underneath his seat. During Trooper Paquette's "Investigation," he observed a rather creepy, hairless tail protruding from underneath the seat. Being that Troopers are "jacks of all police trades," Trooper Paquette returned to the trunk of his car to retrieve his riot baton. Now let me just say right now that no animals were harmed during this "Investigation" and before the wise cracks about police brutality start flying, I'd like to say that the riot baton is a legitimate tool. I will also tell you that the only time I have had to remove mine from my trunk in the last twenty years is when one of the gold wearing, high ranking officials in our outfit wanted to make sure I didn't burn it to stay warm in the winter or when one of my kids asked to play with the really cool, long stick that I keep in the trunk. Now, back to our regularly scheduled program.