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This all started last fall when my son and I attended a MEGA event over on the Tug Fork near Matewan, West Virginia. We met several geocachers while we were camped there, signed quite a few signature items and discovered ammo can's full of trackables and vehicle TB's. Some how we got mistaken for locals there at the event and a little girl that really enjoyed pestering my son at the pig roast there in Blackberry Park at the camp site that night got mistaken by more than one person for my daughter. That was the point in leaving my daughter at home with her mother to go shopping, she is just at that age where she likes to play rough with the boys, and I could not get my wife to go tent camping and geocaching for the weekend either. I never did catch the little girl's name there at the event, or who she was with but she said they logged some of our caches on the way there. She also said she left me a surprise. I was not sure if it was the smores I found stuck to my pants or the toad in our tent, maybe something in a geocache or in one of her logs? It was a mystery. When we got back from our trip I did not unpack until the next day, both of us were worn out from the MEGA event and a EarthCache we hiked to in Pound Gap on our way back at the Virginia/Kentucky border. We already had all of the camping gear stowed away in duffel bags, but in my ammo can with my event geoswag that was in the back seat was a small cardboard box taped shut with the word "Possum Egg" written on it. I asked my son about it and he knew nothing about it. Inside there was a small round rock with instructions to sit on it and it would hatch a Possum. Yeah, right. It was a geode, so I placed it in a flower pot on our front porch. Well guess what? The darn thing cracked open about a month later, and not long after that a baby Possum started showing up on the porch eating the cat's food. It grew bigger and BIGGER then started raiding the bird feeder, it even broke the tree limb it was hanging from. My wife made me get rid of it after it left muddy tracks all over her vehicle. I put a can of cat food in a live trap and sure enough Possumsquatch waddled in and the door shut behind him. I relocated him to a local shopping center where some animal lover (nut) feeds a herd of Feral Cats. I still see him in the bushes there from time to time. Don't be afraid if he walks up to you, he is tame and likes grapes and canned cat food. Coordinates were averaged and are within 7 feet accuracy. The cache is stocked with a FTF prize and a log.