SouthernN'Proud
Southern Discomfort
Once, when I was a kid, I started poking a stick at a possum, who was protecting its nest. It started hissing and nipping at the stick, trying to warn me to back off, but I kept at it. I just kept poking and poking and poking with that stick, just to see how mad that possum could get.
I found out.
I found out.