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My 10 year old daughter came screaming into the house one evening that something was in the trash can. Sure enough, Mr. Possum was in the plastic can & couldn't get out. Well, we lived in town at the time, so getting out the .22 wasn't a good idea. Letting him go just postponed the problem. So, I put the lid on the can & put it in the back of the van & headed for the town park, about 4 blocks away. Do you recall that one moment, that split second recognition that you have just really screwed up? That tightness in your gut before it hits the floor or catches fire or explodes? Well, when I got to the corner & put my foot on the brake at the stop sign, that is the very feeling I got as the trash can tipped over. In the van. And the lid came off. Any of us who have ever seen Mr. Possum w/ an attitude up close & personal can relate to what I knew was going to happen. I got to the back of the van & looked.....while the can was over & the lid off....that snarling, stinking rodent didn't leave the can. Cool.....so I put the lid on, TIED IT DOWN (smart move, huh?) and continued on my merry way. I pulled past the "Closed at Dark" sign, drove to the wood line & carried the can & the now really, really stinking & mad possum into the woods about 10 feet, turned the can over & out he came. I felt very good about accomplishing this mission, when I was blinded by a spotlight from a town cop's car....who wanted to know what I was doing dumping trash in the park after dark! Thank God it was a small town & we knew each other!
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