I love a good Florida story. This one is especially great.
A possum (some people say "opossum," but I'm from the South, so it's just "possum") broke into a liquor store in Fort Walton Beach and drank a bottle of bourbon. When the employees found it, it was drunker than a frat bro on Spring Break, and wildlife officials had to let it sit in a drunk tank until it sobered up enough to be released back into the wild.
I'M NOT KIDDING.
ps--I know I'm supposed to love all God's creatures, but possums are ugly. There, I said it.