D’Argo alerted me to the presence of something in the back yard this afternoon. I was looking towards the treeline when movement near the grill caught my eye. At first glance I thought it was a cat, albeit strange behavior for a normally fastidious creature. Then I realized we were being visited by a possum that was trying to clean out our grease pan. It wasn’t being very successful, and when it started to gnaw on the pan in frustration, I decided it was time to shoo it away. Have you ever tried shooing a possum? They don’t.
It stood it’s ground trembling, as I got closer and closer. It wouldn’t move. I finally got close enough to slide the tray out and set it down on the grate for better access. It stayed motionless for quite awhile after I retreated, but finally went to town. After 10 minutes, I thought that was enough (he was driving D’Argo crazy). I leashed D’Argo up and took him out on the back porch. As you might expect D’Argo went berserk. Although the reaction wasn’t immediate, when the possum decided it was time to leave, it didn’t waste a lot of time doing it, and quickly disappeared in the woods. Of course for the rest of the day D’Argo wandered around the house growling at any unusual noise. I’m not sure Odo even realized what was going on.