Thursday, 10 July 2008
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Night Intruder
So Andy and I were enjoying a nice fire outside one evening and stargazing when we heard some rustling in the bushes and leaves nearby. Andy jumped to turn on the light and right there was a possum climbing up our wisteria. If you know Andy and his lack of love for all things animal, you know that we had to pack it in and call it a night. The next night I was out there with my friend Ruth chatting away and same thing. Here comes our new pet the possum. Anyways, I'm kinda nervous to go outside now, especially in the dark. What are we supposed to do? Set a trap? I guess we have to figure that out.
Anyone else bummed about the economy lately? Here is a nice article I read about healthy foods that don't cost an arm and a leg.
We had Evan's Dedication towards the end of June. This is my favorite picture from that. Enjoy! ~G
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I did not jump right up, mostly because I did not hear it at first when you did :)
and I do love certain dogs, but not much else ;) I wanted to stick the poker in the fire, get it nice and hot and leave my mark on the little possum, but G advised better as it is only about 16 inches long.
Ask faith how to get rid of an opossum. She beat it on the head with a shovel until it died or ran away. I cant remember which. It was in the chicken coop at my grandparents house. there was lots of screeming and girly-ness. it was quite funny though :)
Ok, here's the story. My grandparents were out of town and I had to shut-in their chickens for the night. As I was gathering the eggs they had laid (lain?) that day I saw two beady eyes staring at me from the next coop. It moved and I see that it is a possum. I, of course, jumped back and may have possibly said "Oh Sh*t!" but maybe not. I cannot recall, nor can I be help responsible for everything I said or did while under such duress. I called my grandpa to ask what to do because one cannot leave a possum in a chicken coop. It just can't be done. You know what he told me? My grandpa, who, instead of killing bugs, takes them outside. My grandpa who cries at Hallmark cards. My grandpa, tells me to get the garden hoe or the pitch fork and kill it. Yes, KILL IT. Like any good city girl, I said, "Um, how do I do that?" Again, my grandpa who so wells up with emotion when talking about the love of Christ for His children simply says, "Well, you just have to stab him a couple times." Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
So, I hang up and start shoving the pitch fork at the ugly little thing. It squealed and hissed and got the heck out of the chicken coop. I about cried because as it's running out the chicken door I see that it is a BABY POSSUM. Ugh. Not only am I a possum killer but I'm a BABY possum killer.
Later, as my grandpa was mowing the field he ran across a carcass that had been messed over by foxes or crows or something. Wanna know what the carcass was from?? A BABY POSSUM.
Sounds like you guys have a lot of fun. :) Evan looks cute.
So cute! I love most things animal, but I think I would've called it a night as well. :)