I found a Cow Elk, that had been brought down by winter kill, in Northern Idaho a few years back. It was about mid May and the snow was still heavy in patches but this old gal was laying out in the middle of a nice meadow in the sun.
My partner and I walked over to check it out and stood around BS'ng. for a bit when he decided to roll this thing over. Well, when he did, there must have been a half dozen Possums inside that carcass, each a little bit bigger than the next, and each a little bit madder than the other. It is a wonder that one of us didn't get shot when those ugly things came out. Pieces of Possum, and rotten Elk, was flying everwhere. They didn't take kindly to having their food, and home I guess, taken away from them. And they were absolutely nasty about it.
My partner and I still joke, and talk about the "all mighty charge" the Possums put on.
God was indeed in a terrible mood when He made the Possum. Or, who knows? He just may have a sense of humor.