Crepuscular and nocturnal denizens of the urban green spaces cross our deck and backyard every evening and night. Sometimes, while watching TV in the living room, I see them crossing the deck on their errands. Last night, I saw one of them. It was late and dark, and I could not identify the critter – perhaps a fox, or maybe a neighborhood feline. Who knows?
Tonight, a corpulent possum strolled past the French doors as I watched MSNBC. I went into the bedroom to tell Susan. “It may have been the critter that I saw last night.” She nodded. I returned to my TV program, and just a few minutes later, I saw a possum again stroll past across the French doors. I went to tell Susan.
Me: “Déjà vu;” I just saw another possum stroll past the French doors.”
Susan: “Was it the same possum?”
Me: “Maybe, I couldn’t tell.”
Susan: “You know, that can happen when they fuck with the Matrix.”