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!