Of course, the one fun thing was that Charles got to purchase 2 large "wrecking bars," for which one can imagine many excellent uses.
Here's Byron, our helpful pest control person, cleaning out poor, deceased Momma Possum.
She made quite a nest under the deck. He had to clean out basically that entire portion of the deck.
Inside? 4 baby possums. Byron caught 3. The last one is engaged in a dance with me. I put out apples, he comes out, I fail to catch him. I put out bacon (local, organic bacon! No nitrates!), he comes out, I fail to catch him. Etc.
But I will prevail. Don't doubt it.
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My god, they were huddled around their dead mother? I'm gonna go have a drink or ten -- that's the saddest thing ever.
I hope the baby possums will be taken to a wildlife shelter?
Well, that's what Byron said. Apparently, they're young enough to go to a place here in Lexington that will foster them until they can be released in the woods.
But there's the one possum left. I have to catch it. And when I do, he suggested that I just release it in the park or something.
Of course, it's possible that all this was to spare the sensibilities of the city girl. If so, that's sweet.
Bright side: you can add that hot tub you always wanted where you tore up the decking...
Now that's a really good idea. I wonder if I could float that to the Mr.????
Dude, those baby possums are already last night's stew.
Possum stew tastes better the second day, dude. Like lasagna.
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