A while back we had the critters in our garage! Ack! Okay so technically our problem is the opossums, but I’ve always called them possums so possums it’ll be. Anyway, they evidently discovered the dog food. Every day we were seeing evidence of their presence until finally, Jason began having possum encounters. You can imagine. One morning I got up and Jason, so proud, told me he caught the critter in a trash can. Yea! I was so relieved. “What did you do with it?”
“I took it outside and let it go.” Then after seeing my reaction added, “Well, I didn’t want to KILL it!” So…the possum came back the very next day. The possum came back, just wouldn’t stay away, away, away, away!
Jason is very tenderhearted when in comes to animals. I, however, grew up in the country…with a BB gun. It’s fun to tease him about letting that possum go, but of course I wouldn’t have wanted to kill it here in the city without a BB gun either. Some how my husband fixed it so they quit coming in though.
We still have a problem though, but our Golden Retriever has come to the rescue! She is a mighty hunter and loves to display her treasures in the middle of the yard. Such a good doggy! I laugh because I’m not sure what my husband thinks is worse–dealing with the live ones in the garage or the dead ones in the backyard!
My parents had a whole family living under their shed. They’d catch them in their live trap and then my dad will kill them. I don’t think they are animals worth our sympathy 🙂
But I’m with you – I’ve always called them possums, too. And they’re icky, and mean, and nasty.
Hal found some living under the hood of a pick up truck we hadn’t driven in awhile. It’s against the law to shoot a gun here in the city so he came in and got an ice pick. He drove it through one, but it ran away with the ice pick in in. Gross! But the rest of the possum family got the idea and left. We didn’t have much sympathy for them as we had planted tomatoes, which they were getting to before we had a chance to enjoy them.
When we lived out in the country, we had a problem with racoons once. My husband (who grew up on a farm) took care of the racoons. He was an excellent marksmen….he’d even kill rabbits that would get into our garden. When it came to our garden….it was us against the critters!!
Do you keep your dog food in a “possum proof” container?
We kept ours in a 5 gallon pail with a lid….that way, neither the dog nor the racoons nor any other animal could get into the food!
Quite the gruesome comment from your mom there!
I guess it’s nice that your husband cares about animals. At least he didn’t make a possum kebab out of it like your mom did. LOL
Please, Susan, that was not me, but my husband. Big difference. Of course he was shocked when the possum ran off and didn’t die. I almost felt sorry for the critter and I lost my ice pick.
We had raccoons that were stealing the cat food in the garage. My husband caught them in traps and let them go. Pretty sure they were the same one coming back…. We have since put all the cat food in the house and if kitty doesn’t eat before dark, her bowl is taken away,too.