The opossum is back! Yes, the nasty little opossum that we trapped, drove out to the river and dumped. It is come back with an attitude like "Hey roomies, I'm back!" He is hiding in the same places, eating my garden, and bothering us every night again when we try and get in the hot tub.
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!
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!
The other night we walk out, in our swimsuits, in the middle of winter to make the trek out to the hot tub. I hear an odd and all too familiar scramble in the compost bin and I couldn't believe it! I don't know what kind of sense of direction this opossum has, but it is unbelievable! We literally put him in a pitch black planter, drove around for over three miles, and let him go. Apparently the urge for home sweet home is stronger than I thought.
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!
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!
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