Yep; indeed it is a true story. Entertaining now, but it got rather stressful at the time. This was post-cat. It happened a few months after Nermal passed on. Prior to that, there had never been vermin in the house issues. He kept the vermin relegated to points outside the windows peering in. One night as I was sitting at my comnputer, I caught out of the corner of my eye a glimpse of something moving...or rather "scurrying" across the living room floor. My first thought was "mouse," but I quickly realized it was much too big to be a mouse. So then I though "rat" (OMG!), but it was too hairy. Then I got a better look at it and recognized it as a baby possum. How the h*ll did THAT happen? Never having been faced with such a dilemma before, I'm thinking, "now what?" So, I did the only thing I knew to do. Being on friendly terrms due to frequently working with sheriff's dispatch, I called them to inquire how one should best handle this situation.
After the woman was done laughing, she said she wasn't really laughing at me, just recollecting when she'd been new on the force, back when there were no women, one of her first duty "assignments" was to go and escort a possum from a woman's kitchen....where it had assumed residence on the stove. She then asked if I had a leather glove. I didn't. So then she says there's a deputy in the area who didn't have anything else going on at the moment (a little retaliation by proxy perhaps?) and insisted on sending him out. Possum number 1 had made himself quite comfy under an end table/cabinet in the living room when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door to find a deputy about 6 1/2 feet tall armed with leather glove to take said possum into custody. Possum was subsequently confined to a small box for relocation, after I assured the deputy that I really didn't want to keep it for a pet. I went back to my computer, assuming that was the end of it. Well, it was...until the next night.
Well, tell you what. I'm tired of typing and managed to find the link to the thread with the original posts. It got pretty insane. I evenually relocated 7 possums. By the time I got the last of them out, they were getting considerably bigger (didn't know possums grew THAT fast) and testier.
Orignal possum story begins at post # 3376.
Lol! Great story, Sweets! I was thinking they were cute li’l baby ones, but yeah, the big ones can be scary. I guess it’s time for you to find a new kitty if you haven’t done so already. :)
We are glad they haven't followed you.....
Cept we'd have more fun if they had.
:-)