Yep/ I see them a lot. Sometimes in my yard in the evening. Any fruit left over from the day, I toss on the ground in the evening and they clean it up.
I have a funny story about possums.
I was dressed for work once, which was a skirt, nylons and pumps, and let the dogs out into the back yard for the day. One ran to something and picked it up, and I could tell immediately it was some kind of animal. Well, I didn't want them to have that, so I went out, looked, and saw a dead possum. Mouth gaping open, tounge hangin' out.
I didn't want to pick the thing up with my hands. I'm not a super squeemish person, but I grabbed a shovel and scooped him up with that.
Then I stood there. Where do I put it? At the time I was in a duplex with other yards surrounding me, and I thought for a minute. I didn't really want to put it in my garbage. I needed to get out the door to work, so I put it in my burn barrel. Not that I'd burn it, but at least the dogs wouldn't get to it and I could deal with it later.
Well, I plop him in there, and he immediately gets up and starts walking around. D'oh! He was playing possum! He wasn't dead at all! I marveled at him remaining stiff and dead while I walked around with him on the shovel.
Well, the little guy scratching around in the burn barrel was no good either... the dogs were already onto that... and, truth be known, I'm a real softy where critters are concerned. I can't kill things for no reason, especially just leaving it to starve in a burn barrel. So I stuck the shovel back in to scoop him out, and as soon as I touched him, 'plop, he fell over 'dead'. Amazing. He let me scoop him up, dead, now covered with ashes, and now I am standing there again, with the dogs keenly wanting at it, wondering where to put it.
I put it over my fence into the neighbor's yard. He laid there for a minute and then slowly, looked around, got up, and proceeded right back through the fence into my yard. D'oh! I put the dogs in, went out, and tried to chase him back through the fence. It was a kind of mesh field fence with 4" squares. Well, every time I'd chase him, he'd get spooked and fall over dead again.
Dang. By now I am getting to be late for work. The dogs really want out, and this possum is dead set on going somewhere, through my yard.
OK, I think, He's got a plan to get across the yard, so I'll put him on the other side... maybe he knows where he needs to be. So I spooked him, picked him up with the shovel again, still marveling at this whole 'play dead' concept, and plopped him over the fence on the far side. He got up, and trotted off, away, thankfully, any direction than back into my yard was good.
My coworkers thought this was a bizarre excuse for being late. But I learned something, and witnessed first-hand why possums always get hit in the road. Playing possum doesn't work with a car.