critters are everywhere
I live in a suburb of Boston that is not very rural. Sure, we have trees and whatnot, but only because someone intentionally planted them. There’s nothing "wild" about my burb, I can tell you that.
But last week my dog killed a possum. The kids were a little traumatized but we explained it all away with more discussion of nature and predation, blah blah. They’re fine.
But I found another mostly decomposed possum over the weekend while mowing the grass! No wonder the dogs reeked! They had been rolling around in decomposing critter!!
So tonight, I wasn’t all THAT shocked to find Buckaroo standing over his latest conquest - another flipping opossum! I walked over with the flashlight and the thing was just laying there with its tongue lolling out of its mouth and all those gnarly needly little teeth. Its fur was a mess, I guessed from where Bucky had beaten it up or shaken it or whatever.
So I trudged inside to get a bag. But when I returned: NO POSSUM!! We’ve been had by the oldest trick in the book! He wasn’t dead at all! I am sure that as soon as we turned our backs that animal got up and ran off.
I hope he learned his lesson and stays out of my yard. Otherwise the dogs will surely have him for an evening snack.
Oi, and I bet they’ll roll around in it again. ick.
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