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Showing posts with label possum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label possum. Show all posts

Monday, March 15, 2010

arkoo vs. possum. epic battle.


Don't let this possum's scary face frighten you. They're not very bright. They just look kind of scary.

Arkoo doesn't really notice stuff. He doesn't chase most animals. He doesn't care about cats or rabbits. He'll attack a shrew now and again but that's not very impressive. Mostly, he's pretty chill with other animals. He'll even deal with little jane pulling at his toe hair. Simply put, he is a good boy. A very good boy, which is why I was shocked when he took off across the lawn and TACKLED a possum. That thing must have rolled over three times after Arkoo knocked it over, kind of funny if I do say so myself. And a possum playing dead, well, they're not very good at playing dead. I was shocked. I always assumed that the possum stayed "dead" until it's attacker was well on their way to gone. Isn't that what possums are known for, playing dead? They suck at playing dead, they suck very badly at playing dead. As soon as Arkoo turned around the possum would stand up and try to walk off. When Arkoo sniffed at his newly awakened foe it just fell over and played dead...again. This happened six times, I shit you not. What a dummy. Possums are dummies. You can quote me on that.


Tuesday, February 9, 2010

possum city.


I live in Possum City. Possums live under our porch, in our dilapidated chicken coop, in the garage, in our backyard, and ALL over forested acres. Tracks everywhere. My favorite part about possums is that they aren't very fast and they're clumsy as hell. If you happened upon one trundling across a field you could easily walk up to the marsupial and catch it. I don't know what you'd do with it after...raise it like a cat, eat it?

Monday, February 8, 2010

possum got snapped.


I snapped a shot of the elusive possum that lives under our back porch.

(I'm pretty sure this is the same guy I caught cuddling Porch Cat)

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

roadkill.

I've had a bad morning because I killed something.

I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, things keep running in front of my car. Today a Virginia oppossum ran in front of my car and I hit the poor thing. I tried to swerve to miss him and nearly drove my car off the dirt road. But I clipped him.

I wanted to make sure he was dead so he didn't have to suffer further. I drove back to check. He was lying in the road, very still. Then he looked at me, wide-eyed. I could see blood was pouring out of him. He was alive and struggling to get to the side of the road. I didn't want him to suffer anymore, he could have lived like that for awhile...

So I backed up my car, took aim, and put him out of his misery. It was terrible and I feel horrible.