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The harrowing night of the opossum yielded to the treacherous morn of the opossum. In other words, when I got up this morning, he was still in the driveway. He hadn’t moved since that rolling over that I noticed at 9 PM last night, so I decided that he had to be dead or extremely stupid. What opossum lies in the same place for that long, especially when there’s very bright sunshine and a barking dog in the neighbor’s yard. <\/p>\n
So I called Animal Control, and they told me that they don’t deal with wildlife so I’d need to call a pest control company. Great. So I called the office to alert them to the fact that I was going to have to figure out how to get rid of a opossum before I could come in. Fortunately, Sharon reminded me that my driveway was really the alley, so he was technically a opossum in the street. Lo and behold, the phone book actually has a listing under Public Works labeled “dead animals in the street.” I called them, and they said they’d send someone over. That crazy critter was out of my way in 10 minutes. All hail Public Works! <\/p>\n
Sharon says that the lesson we have learned here is that if opossums die in your yard, get a shovel or rake and shove them into the street so that you don’t have to deal with them. <\/p>\n
I know it’s heartless of me to think not of the poor soul of the opossum. In his last moments of life, I threw rocks at him and wished him ill. I am currently punishing myself for this evil by building a memorial in the driveway, er, alley. I believe a large stone marker and memorial tree would be best, but I’ll have to get city approval first and the city hall people didn’t sound too pleasant when I talked to them about this shrine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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