End of a Dynasty

SO we caught opossums, and drove all the way to fucking way out east to let them go (which I believe to be WAY illegal). They looked at us like we were crazy when we opened the cage...and had to shake it for them to get their butts out. Then they ran into the woods. awwww....

...We also found a skeleton in the yard, circle of life, I guess.


But in the wake of this chapter coming to a close, A new battle has been raised. A gross one. With their former hosts gone, we have unleashed a plague of fleas into our bathroom. I know, gross. They have collected in the corner in front of the toilet. Spray works, however, if I clean up the carcasses, new ones emerge to take their place. So, for now, until we fog the shit out of our bathtub crawl space, Brett and I have determined that we have to leave the dead as a warning to the others. Brett suggested little stakes to mount the bodies on.


Luckily, we have kept the infestation from the dogs, hence the rest of the house. It is, however, really annoying when you, oh, say, have to use the toilet.

To Catch An Opossum...

Opossum Watch 2008:


This afternoon we set the trap...and waited. Around midnight we heard the trap door slam. We opened the closet door and saw its face peering out of the cage. "Awww" said Brett. I went and opened the front door to prepare to take him to his new country life... Correction--her. As Brett opened the closet door fully, he quickly shut it.

"There is more than one."

"What? How many more?"

"only one that I can see, a baby."

That's right y'all, a baby, outside the cage. We decided to slide a grate in front of the door frame and open the cage...and let them back under the bathtub and leave it to the professionals. Why? Because as it turns out, an average opossum litter is seven. We only saw one, and that could be it--but we really are not feeling up to taking that chance.

On a side note, baby opossums are freaking cute. Especially, when it and it's mom are not at all scared of you and, outside of the cage thing, are quite content to ignore you while you clap and carry on to get it to go back in its friggin hole.