My sister is a participant in the “varmint curse” that seems to be plaguing our family of late. She has employed my Dad’s live traps in the past. Her quarry of necessity: the Opossum.
She has been plagued with the little marsupials lo these many days, and had captured a couple of them recently.
Her plan, on catching the little fellows, is to bring them to our parents’ house to leave them to be disciplined/rehabilitated. We don’t ask too many questions, being animal tolerators. Suffice to say, the boss decides which direction to take on a case by case basis.
The latest catch has given my mother a different idea for this possum. She plans to bring it in, dress it in doll clothes and keep them as pets.
This seems very viable, considering my mother’s patience and the inherent gentleness of a possum. I will keep you all posted if she goes through with it.
This could be fun.
Wollf submitted a foto that perhaps indicates my mother's intentions better than the original I posted.
I have to agree. Thanx Wollf!
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Posted by aA at 4:01 PM