We're very used to possums around here. They love to live in the crawl space under the house, and for years they have come up onto the back porch to eat cat food. When they start coming around, Miss Ginger baits her live trap with a Little Debbie Oatmeal Cake (possums love those and you can smoosh them onto the trigger so they can't steal the bait!)
Catching them is like shooting fish in a barrel, and the next day I call the city and they come in a truck, pick the possum up, and take him to the city's "possum playground". At least that's what I tell myself. They're kinda of gross but they are warm-blooded animals and I have a hard time thinking of God's creatures as "disposable". And it's not like they come in the house are anything.
Miss G caught 5 of them last spring, and we thought we were done for the year, but this fall apparently a new family has moved in. They always come up on the back porch and eat Nog's food, but now this one is sleeping in his bed!!!
Is that some unmitigated gall, or what? Guess we'll have to get the trap out tomorrow!
