Today I was reminded of this story. Perhaps you'll find it amusing or enjoyable.
Years ago my ex-wife and I lived in a place in Berkeley that had a pear tree in the back yard. The tree bore a huge amount of delicious pears, many of which fell to the ground and fermented before we could clean them up.
One night we heard a commotion in the back yard. It sounded like my wife's cat making a mess in the dry cat food we'd left for him. I went downstairs and outside, and instead of the cat found two opossums munching on the food, walking about erratically, bumping into one another, and sometimes tripping. What was odd was that they didn't run when I came out or when the yard lights were turned on. I couldn't understand their strange behavior until I remembered the fallen, fermented pears. These critters were drunk! What a sight ... can you imagine?
You ever have something similar happen?
Years ago my ex-wife and I lived in a place in Berkeley that had a pear tree in the back yard. The tree bore a huge amount of delicious pears, many of which fell to the ground and fermented before we could clean them up.
One night we heard a commotion in the back yard. It sounded like my wife's cat making a mess in the dry cat food we'd left for him. I went downstairs and outside, and instead of the cat found two opossums munching on the food, walking about erratically, bumping into one another, and sometimes tripping. What was odd was that they didn't run when I came out or when the yard lights were turned on. I couldn't understand their strange behavior until I remembered the fallen, fermented pears. These critters were drunk! What a sight ... can you imagine?
You ever have something similar happen?
