Where's the llama cage?

Last weekend Steve Pile and I played at Habana on 6th street and despite being double booked and my voice disappearing for a few songs, it was a fun show. Before we got on stage, we were commenting on how the back patio reminded us of a zoo with its fake rock walls and palm trees. Moments later, a few songs into our first set, I notice a handful of people at the front table pointing and giggling at us. Naturally, I assumed my fly was down. But then I realized my guitar was covering my fly so I turned around. A possum was slowly making his way up the fake rock wall. Maybe a little too much like a zoo?