Finally, hamster balls for backyard chickens!
I think a determined raccoon could still get them though.
I propose the opossum. Focused, adaptable, and persistent, the opossum makes a fitting Appalachian symbol, though they may not get much support as candidates. Much like Benjamin Franklin’s unsuccessful attempt to make the turkey our national bird, opossums don’t have that distinguished look you want in a representative species. They lack the bulk and power of the black bear, the mystery of the bobcat, and the jewel tones of the wily brook trout. Indeed, opossums are odd, a creature an exhausted God might have thrown together with parts leftover from a busy week of creation. Whatever He had lying around the shop (grippy hands, snaky tail, crippling anxiety), He chucked into the opossum and sent it down to the Garden of Eden to tip over Adam’s garbage cans and eat the cat food off Eve’s back porch. It’s an animal so weird, so remarkable, and so frequently maligned that they’ve earned a notable place in our culture simply by being themselves.
Sound familiar, West Virginia? Kentucky?