Yes, the little dogs have been worrying a place at the end of the deck for several days now, culminating in an irritating yapfest earlier this evening. I figured it was a possum or something. Couldn’t be a cat, it was too quiet over there when the dogs were racing around sniffing and barking. I well remember the hiss that the stupid little black cat could utter.
Sure enough, as I was locking the back door for the night, I flicked on the porchlight just to see what I could see. What I saw was Mrs. O. Possum and the entire clan of little possum-lings clutching her fur, out for their evening constitutional.
Her expression, if possums can have expression, was one of slight bewilderment and mild confusion. Not that there is anything unusual about that kind of expression for a possum, but she looked as if she hadn’t any clue how she got on my back porch with no fewer than nine ugly little carbon copies of her gripping her pelt. She was panting a little, maybe because she sensed the air conditioning inside in defiance of the high humidity and heat of the Gulf Coast night. Perhaps she was plotting on how to buy a minivan to tote her brood rather than doing it the old-fashioned way. Who knows what goings-on are going on in the mind of a possum. If anything.
I will need a larger trap than I have to relocate the entire family to the Soderberg Marsupial Trade School and Re-education camp. I’ll have to see if they have a “loaner”.
Until then, I’ll have to staple my dogs to the tree in back.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
The Missus Takes the Family for an Evening Stroll
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3 comments:
Heh. Especially LOL'd @ "Soderberg Marsupial Trade School and Re-education camp"
Discovery Channel could do a Wild Kingdom reality show based on your life!
"I'm Bear Grylls and I find m'self stranded along the Gulf Coast of Texas. I'll need to evade the swarms of mosquitoes and the marauding packs of possums, which have been documented to hunt in groups as large as nine or more individuals. The heat and humidity here are nearly unbearable. My only hope of survival is to make it to the Starbucks for an iced mocha."
Mmm, Bear Grills, they must be big, but tasty, I'll bet. I wonder if he (or a real bear) would eat my possum problem?
I feel your pain, buddy. A possum family took up residence in the attic of the house where we used to live, and they became a royal pain in the neck -- scampering around, banging into walls in the middle of the night (nocturnal varmints). One somehow fell between 2 wall panels and got trapped. I vividly recall the stench of that carcass after about a month. Had to cut out a large section of sheetrock in a closet to remove the critter. Possums are nothing but bad news. Do whatever it takes to get rid of the pests.
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