I have been confronted many times by an agressive large possum on my front porch. MY PORCH! I knew that if I ever got a chance to shoot this guy with my new shot gut I would not hesitate.
Tonight a friend was over and as he left my home through the front door, right by the front door is the cat bowl and eating the food was the big possum.
Tonight was different though. Tonight he didn't stand down and run away. He simply looked at us and kept eating. WRONG move.
My problem? The only thing within reach was a crow bar. My friend got to see me go nuts. NOT ON MY PORCH. I work my butt off for this porch. Not only do I have a two hour commute to a job with long hours, but I do this so that I can have a place in the country on my own. Fear rules me a lot of the time but not tonight by gosh. Tonight I took back the porch. A crow bar is a formidable weapon in the hands of a pms'ing woman. Keep that in mind boys.
4 comments:
I can't help it...I cracked up at the picture! All that was missing was a little crime scene tape!
Oh my gosh why on earth didn't I think of that!!!! I wonder if I can photo shop it!
Tracey, that's disgusting!!! LOL
Well, I can certainly commiserate with you. I've held sharp instruments above my head on more than one occasion.... LOL
However, you *might* want to consider a trap next time?
I'm just thinking about the blood you are NEVER going to get out of that wood. LOL
You GO, girl!
"Dead, dying, dead. I've been bludgeoned in the head." An epitaph.
~Faith
Faith you crack me up. My only thought was "RABIES". I didn't think further than that with two grandboys in the house. Yep you are right. it stained the porch but I am getting ready to tear off the porch anyway. I think I might draw a little possum shape with chalk.
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