Something had moved into our garage. We were keeping the back door of it open so Scooter could come and go at will, by day. Not a good decision. His food, his water, The Lifestyle To Which He Had Become Accustomed, looked fine to what we thought was a raccoon. Much knocking over of shelves full of our stuff. Several smelly messes.
Use of the Havaheart trap revealed that it was a little possum. We have relocated him to the perfect new home - After all, the Episcopal Church Welcomes You! We resisted the urge to name him Dumbledore. I mean, no point in putting up red flags.
The church sits next to a big undeveloped tract of forest.
A trip to the church parking lot.
In the trunk.
Naturally this would be a Sunday. We waited till past noon, but there were still people around. A group of kids enjoyed meeting our possum.
We walked him pretty far back into the woods, opened the cage and persuaded him to make his exit, which took a few minutes, while he got it through his head that he was not about to become our dinner.
GO, already!
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***Applause!***
A good deed well done.
Maybe he'll drop by for the next blessing of the pets! (If so, make sure you tell the priest that he's not REALLY sleeping through the sermon ... )
...he's just...
...you know...
;)
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