My friend Shy_smiley and I set up the occasional wine date—on the telephone. She lives in Tucson, so it's just sometimes the best we can do: clear up an hour and get out the glasses, and talk.
One evening during a particularly long conversation (that is, nearly an entire bottle of wine), a disgusting possum slunk across my back yard. I immediately exclaimed to SS, "Ohmigod, there's an otter in my yard!"
Yeah, yeah, I put the bottle of wine away (no I didn't) and sent her this little homemade graphic the next day.