Why wouldn't we have a possum in our basement?

Yes. You read the title correctly. Tonight, January 28, 2006, I figured out why the hole I patched was the size of my head. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I managed to fill in this poor little fellow's in and out route to his home UNDER OUR HOUSE! Armed with a broom, flashlight, and hammer I managed to chase this unwanted squatter out of the basement. He bared his teeth, but the broom was a soft bite. I was bigger, and my wife was meaner, so he ultimately conceded the battle. For now.