THE CRANKY OLD MAN
Random thoughts and stuff from a cranky old man. Humor (maybe)and satire, mostly stuff from a confused head.
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The next day
I left for work without mentioning the possums.Matt left for work as well, our secret intact.I had to think…how do I get rid of these
beasts?How did they get in the house?
before the invasion, we had the sill of our family room repaired.There was termite damage, and there was a
hole in the sill which covered the crawl space that the family room was built
over.At night I had heard a scratching
noise, but thought it was from the outside.I now realized what had happened.
family was bedding down in our crawl space leaving only at night through the
hole in the sill.When the sill was
repaired, the possums were entombed in the crawl space.The babies were able to squeeze through a small
hole from the crawl space and into the basement under the main part of the
house.Momma was too big to squeeze
through the hole.
At work I
received a rather testy call from my wife.“Joe…why are there two dictionaries over the heating pipe hole in
was forced to tell her about the possums in the basement, and probably the
crawl space.She took it surprisingly
well.We called an exterminator.I wanted the critters out of the house, and I
didn’t want momma to die in the crawl space and stink the house up.
exterminator sent a seventeen year old kid who did not have a clue what to
do.I spoke to him from work and suggested
that he at least make a larger opening from the basement to the crawl space so
momma (and maybe papa) could escape to the basement.
That night I
sealed the basement door to the kitchen.I opened the double “Bilko” doors from the basement to the outside.I then covered the steps that led up and out
the double doors with talcum powder.
the steps every hour.At two in the
morning when I checked the stairs there were two sets of tracks.Little bitty baby tracks and great big momma
tracks.I slammed the double doors
shut.The possums had escaped and I suspect
they were as happy to be out of that basement as I was to see that they had
much from the whole possum fiasco:
really do “play possum.”
against adversity, both my son and I were sissies.
My Black Lab
hunting dog was actually a “show” dog…pretty, sweet, but worthless when the
chips were down.
powder can be used for more than just drying a baby’s butt. AND
The only thing uglier than a possum is: A Possum In Da House