In this rambling post, apparently on extinction, and strategies for survival, Mr. Ray Davis must have me confused with someone else:
A scavenger of garbage, a hisser, a sulker, urbanized but un-urbanable.
I, Sir, am a respectable Counselor to The Ultra's (Ultra High Net Worth Individuals), possessors of Dynastic Wealth, strutters of Family Values, Investors for Political, Social, and Personal Return, the managers of not one but two bottom-lines per dollar invested, and treaders down of inferior species. There will be no patronage for you, Mr. Davis. That is the bottom-line, twice over. Now beat it; you are queering my action. As you say, once caught poor Possum will be carved to the heart. But in the meantime, I am teaching Milady the Fox Trot.