I’ve been getting up early in the mornings. Can’t sleep.
So I let Aria out, and slip into the spa to get my head right for the day.
She may bark at the workers showing up at the house across the street, or the odd jogger, but generally does her thing, sniffing around, patrolling the back yard.
She was coming around the shed and I saw her do a doggy double take and lung for something.
A possum. Crap. She’s now barking her head off and orbiting the shed, which the possum went under. They are incredibly hard to flush out. So I grabbed her and went inside. Figure that by the time I’m out of the shower, it’ll have wised up and moved on.
Nope.
So I had to flush it out. Compressed air didn’t work. A 10′ pvc pipe whipped back and forth didn’t work. I had to get the hose with a power nozzle. That apparently beat it like a firehose to the rear where Aria got it.
I grabbed the dogshit shovel to get rid of it, and saw it breathing. Ahhh….playing possum! Well, I’ll just scoop it and chunk it over the fence and it’ll go about it’s day. The nanosecond I touched it with the shovel, Aria grabbed it and tuned it up. Hard. Bad crunchy sounds, blood oozing from it’s mouth.
Yup. It dead.
So I had to lose the carcass as I do with these things.
Inspected By Pat 