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Vaguely I recalled something crawling, clawing its way into the bed from the bottom end.   I thought I was dreaming, until it worked its way up beside me. I must have thought it to be one of the cats except they were all dead.   In the morning I awakened to something scratching at my shoulder. I slowly peeled back the comforter to discover a small sleeping possum enjoying the warmth of my bed.   My blood curdling scream ushered him out of the room, and yes, they can move quickly. Disappearing into another of the bedrooms, he could not be located.   Left with my fear, the indelible sight of a long grey naked tail and the inability to locate the marauder, I removed a pistol from the safe, closed the door, and went back to bed.    The next day after a fruitless search, one have a heart trap was purchased, bated with tuna fish.  In the morning, 2 am, wham; one possum secured in cage.   Come daybreak a fussy but unharmed possum was released far from the house.  I felt like  an SPCA chairperson.  After all, even possums deserve a second chance. -James C. Allen
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
Possum Tales (Part 1)
Vaguely I recalled something crawling, clawing its way into the bed from the bottom end.   I thought I was dreaming, until it worked its way up beside me. I must have thought it to be one of the cats except they were all dead.   In the morning I awakened to something scratching at my shoulder. I slowly peeled back the comforter to discover a small sleeping possum enjoying the warmth of my bed.   My blood curdling scream ushered him out of the room, and yes, they can move quickly. Disappearing into another of the bedrooms, he could not be located.   Left with my fear, the indelible sight of a long grey naked tail and the inability to locate the marauder, I removed a pistol from the safe, closed the door, and went back to bed.    The next day after a fruitless search, one have a heart trap was purchased, bated with tuna fish.  In the morning, 2 am, wham; one possum secured in cage.   Come daybreak a fussy but unharmed possum was released far from the house.  I felt like  an SPCA chairperson.  After all, even possums deserve a second chance. -James C. Allen
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Jan 11, 2017
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