Our Hillbilly 4th of July . . .

Where else but in Kentucky can you be chased by a possum on the fourth of July?! We have this tradition of hanging out in our yard after dark on the 4th and watching all of the neighbors in the surrounding subdivisions shoot off their expensive fireworks. Our hill-top view is perfect for it! This year it rained, but that didn't stop the fireworks, or us. We just watched them from the safety of our big front porch. I don't know if the fireworks had the possum confused, or what, but he really didn't even seem to notice us when he meandered right in front of the front porch just a couple of feet from where we sat. That might have been harmless enough, but just as he crossed in front of the steps, he was spooked by a loud blast from the fireworks and the next thing we knew he was coming up the steps after us! Ok, maybe he wasn't actually chasing us. I suppose he could have been simply running away from the noise. Either way, he ended up on the front porch while four grown adults (Kenny and Jana Cook were there to share the adventure) and two kids watched fireworks from INSIDE the house! He eventually left, as did the rain, and it turned out to be a great night.