Now the hairy mongrel has taken to perching himself in the persimmon tree above the hot tub while we are soaking. The worst part is, he isn't scared of us at all!
So again we danced this awkward dance, with a long pole, a opossum, and our swimsuits. The good news is, this time I ran and got my phone to document. We kept "nudging" him with the pole to try and give him the hint that he was not welcome. He just scrambled around, but never fell off the fence. Not once did he bare his teeth, hiss or anything. It's like he is confused as to why his family is hitting him with a stick. Eventually he walked to a more slippery spot and we shoved him out of the yard. Unfortunately I have seen or heard him nearly every night since then. I am waiting for some brilliant plan to formulate in my head. Really I am seeing visions of the beeby gun dancing in my head. Help!