My iPhone was on the charger, instead of in my pocket, and by the time I got my digital camera out of the pantry, out of its camera case, and turned off the automatic flash so I could take a picture through the window of the slider, well, the possum was meandering down the steps.
One shot was all I got, and it was blurry, and it was dusk.
He’s still out there, though. I know this, even though the sun has set, and he is no longer on the porch. I know this because my dog, and the dog next door, are both in a barking frenzy. Which they would never do if there were burglars. No, these dogs only guard the neighborhood against trespassing creatures.