Our first guest
Last night Jenn and I were watching TV and I kept hearing scratching noises. At first I thought that it was the dog but then I realized he was sitting by our feet. I went outside to see if something out there was making the noise but ended up losing the trail. Once I came back in both of us realized that it was coming from one of the boxes in the living room.
I dragged the box outside, flipped it on its side and started hitting it with a rack to try and scare whatever was in there out. No luck. Then I dumped out the box and after a few moments a baby possum came running out. What really creeps me out was that I removed some stuff from that box yesterday and got tired and decided to leave it for another day. Might have had to get rabbies shots if I had continued.
I dragged the box outside, flipped it on its side and started hitting it with a rack to try and scare whatever was in there out. No luck. Then I dumped out the box and after a few moments a baby possum came running out. What really creeps me out was that I removed some stuff from that box yesterday and got tired and decided to leave it for another day. Might have had to get rabbies shots if I had continued.
Man, that's crazy. So did you move the possum from your old place to the new place? Or was it from storage or something?
Posted by
Jon |
8:08 AM
I think it crawled into the box sometime that day. I left the door open for the dog but I don't know how it got into the box because it was a pretty tall box.
Posted by
Kung Fu Joe |
9:30 AM
Gordon has neglected to mention that everytime I scratch my nails against the wall, he now squeels like a little girl. -Woody
Posted by
Woody |
3:17 PM
That is the coolest story ever! Those things scare me half to death...and they are everywhere in Ontario.
Posted by
poso joe |
3:45 PM
I love possums. When I lived in the Old South, we used to hunt possums. Then we'd bring them back to the cookhouse & fry them in flour & pork grease.
Congratulations on your new home!
Posted by
Doberdude |
2:25 PM