tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post111587466436037611..comments2007-02-16T16:32:41.888-06:00Redneck Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506685036989431733noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1116129471945915062005-05-14T22:57:00.000-05:002005-05-14T22:57:00.000-05:00Funny story! I have had a run in with a possum in someone's house and it took awhile for it to move out. Those nasty things are bigger than house cats.Cereshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01645132774200501428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1116121443427811902005-05-14T20:44:00.000-05:002005-05-14T20:44:00.000-05:00BWAH hahah!! Throwing it down the sinkhole IS the redneck thing to do!! And we just threw it over the fence in hopes the dog would get over his fear and drag it off somewhere. Come to think of it, I don't think we have a sinkhole! <BR/><BR/>Thanks for stopping by!Redneck Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506685036989431733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1116116929934514022005-05-14T19:28:00.000-05:002005-05-14T19:28:00.000-05:00We had a possum coming up on the porch<BR/>at night to eat the dogfood. Our dog<BR/>scared him to death--well, he was dead<BR/>with no marks on him. I told the kids<BR/>he was just "playing possum," then sent<BR/>my husband to get rid of him. He threw<BR/>Mr. O Possum down the sinkhole, which<BR/>is definitely the redneck thing to do.Hillbilly Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18067833789262242514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1116005107209501022005-05-13T12:25:00.000-05:002005-05-13T12:25:00.000-05:00Divinity- Yes, dear...sadly, there is no getting around the fact that we are married to rednecks and we are rednecks ourselves. I like to think he's the one that did it to me because I did NOT grow up in a redneck family! I blame him for it all, lol. <BR/><BR/>Moos - Raccons! Badgers! And Rattlesnakes - Oh my! It's the country version of the yellow brick road, eh? We don't have rattlers here, but we are just about overrun with water moccasins and copper heads. Ick. At the Girl Scout campgrounds they have hoes strategically placed all over the grounds and they call 'em Critter Gitters. Cute way of saying "We hope you're ready to kill something".Redneck Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506685036989431733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1115931428455215752005-05-12T15:57:00.000-05:002005-05-12T15:57:00.000-05:00Oh no - we don't have possums here. But we've done similar dances with raccoons, badgers, and rattlesnakes. My weapon of choice is an irrigating shovel. Except for badgers - definitely need firepower & an assist on those.KarbonKountyMooshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08541930082456245920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-1115913498423242282005-05-12T10:58:00.000-05:002005-05-12T10:58:00.000-05:00OH MY GOSH! You really do live with my husband at my house!!! We had almost the exact same evening a last summer. Except there were a couple of his friends there so he had an audience while killing the possum with a shovel and I was on top of the truck telling the kids to quite trying to watch and go back in the house!!! lol We are rednecks aren't we!!!Irish Divinityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03423923891976694459noreply@blogger.com