I’ve mentioned before that I love to get mail. Before the days of email, I loved going out to the mailbox to check the mail. Because I am an eternal optimist, I never worried about what bills might be in there, only who might have sent me a letter, birth announcement, or wedding invitation.
With the advent of email, that enthusiasm has not waned. I can hear the little bing-bong of the mail chime from across the room. Sometimes, it’s all I can do not to run over to see who might have taken the time to send me a letter, birth announcement or wedding invitation. Or even a story about their adventures from the night before:
It was a little after 3 this morning (why does everything in the middle of the night start about 3:00 AM?) and Freya was whimpering and pacing. I started to get up and Jean said “There’s a dog barking out there. If you let her out, she’s just going to bark,” so I got back into bed. Not much later, she was at it again, so we brought them both into the bedroom and shut the door. That didn’t help much either so Jean thought she really did have to go out.
She got up and opened the doggie door and after a second she was screaming “They’ve got something out there! It looks like a possum!” So I roll out of bed, not putting on my glasses or much else, which turned out to be a big mistake, and went to check it out.
Sure enough, there they were, standing over this possum. A couple of months ago, it was a baby possum and then a couple of younger ones. This one was full grown. I walked out and stood over it for a second and saw its head come up like, “Are they gone yet?” That was the wrong thing for Mr. Possum to do. Bjorn reached in, grabbed it and headed off, with me in hot pursuit. You have to remember, it’s been raining for the last two days, and the ground is wet, nasty and slippery. It didn’t take too long before I was on my butt.
In the meantime, Bjorn had taken it to the other side of the yard. We heard this…this unfortunate noise… I won’t go there, but suffice it to say, Bjorn had dispatched the possum and was running around with it. I finally got close and he dropped it, only to have Freya pick it up, run behind a bush and shake the devil out of it just to make sure it was dead.
I’ve never seen them like this. It was like this was their prey. If I wanted it, I could go get my own.
I finally got them to drop it and asked Jean to get me a something because I didn’t want to touch the nasty thing. She bought out a, soon-to-be disposable, towel. I picked it up by its
handle tail and went to throw it over the fence, when Bjorn jumped up and grabbed it right out of my hand. And off we went again!
I got it again, but this time when I threw it, it hit the trees and fell back on the ground. That’s when round three started. Hey? Who knew possum tossing would be an acquired skill? When I finally got it back, I wrapped the whole thing in the towel and threw it all over the fence. Whew.
Getting the dogs back in the house was just as much of a challenge. They were pumped and ready for possum. We finally did, and by now it was 4:00 or so. I was filthy and had to take a shower before getting back into bed. Do you think there was going to be any sleep before the alarm went off? Nope, I didn’t either.
We need a sign – Ridding the Homestead of Varmints – One Possum at a Time…
What can I say? At least Daddy’s dogs can hunt. Mine? not so much.
Well, at least it wasn’t a skunk. I shouldn’t laugh, (but I did, and heartily, too!) I live around the corner from the skunk attack and I have a possum that likes squirrel food. I’m sure there is an adventure out there, just waiting to happen in my yard.
When it does, I’ll be sure to send an email.