After the Headless Possum Incident, it took several days before I could go into the yard without having heart palpitations. I finally made it back out there, and everything was just fine for a while.
Then I nearly stepped on a little jawbone. A perfectly clean, white jawbone, filled with tiny, dagger-like teeth.
Aaaaaaand ... we're back inside the house. Possibly forever.
Jay swears the jawbone was not there when he last mowed. He speculates that the possum's ghost is using the jawbone to send us some kind of message from the beyond.