For some time now, I have been treading carefully when mowing the lawn (which is now no longer necessary despite our mild weather this year) and raking the leaves. The reason for this is that a mysterious creature had been leaving rather smelly bundles of scat scattered (love that alliteration!) throughout the yard.
The mysterious creature has been identified, as I was suddenly jolted from the comfort of the smallest room in the house to see our visitor sitting on the fence. Not politically speaking, of course.
Well, this being America, it did not take long before my spouse Dr. N. heard the sound of something colliding with the back wall of our house. And then again. Rushing to the upstairs window with the greatest vantage point, we watched in horror as the neighbor from across the way aimed a rifle at the opossum. The sounds we had heard were probably pellets from the air rifle hitting the wall of our house.
Well, I realize that for some these critters may do damage to the garden/yard/property, but sometimes the hunter-
gatherer instincts are too much. With some loud shouting the rifle bearing neighbor reluctantly put down his weapon. Dr. thought she may have seen some blood on our furry friend, but we are hoping he/she got away.