Posts Tagged ‘Possums’

20150116_102920After I have finished reading a book, I forget it.  Well, most times.  Especially if it is fiction.  The upside of this is I can read the same book several times and always think it’s new.

After a week in my life is gone, I forget it.  Well, most times.  Especially if I am tired out and sleeping off a lot of excitement.

Today, Friday, I am staring at a blank page.  Can we call a backlit white space on a computer screen a “page”?

What did I do since last Friday that would warrant remembering?  And what could possibly interest my blogger family out there?

Lemme know if any of these “Randoms” leave you breathless o.k.?

  • I made a cake for an upcoming block party but my grandgirls ate it.
  • I made a second cake for the same upcoming block party.  Same cake.  Same party.  It escaped unscathed as it is hidden now in a spare bedroom.
  • Our son, three granddaughters, and a possum came for a visit so I spent one whole day making beds and preparing advance meals.  No problem.  Excitement mounted.  The beds were not for the possum although one grandgirl wanted to let him in.  This was Mr. Possum’s second visit!  Can he be domesticated?
  • We talked, laughed, got caught up, played scrabble, watched funny movies and made our traditional grocery store Runs for Survival.  Each college girl gets a canvas shopping bag she can fill to the brim (and over the brim) with snacks, goodies, and some real food for her dorm room.  It used to be a $5 run to the Dollar Store but times have changed haven’t they?
  • Soon, well fed and stocked with provisions, our son and granddaughters left.  I spent another whole day making beds and my own Survival Run to restock pantry and refrigerator.  The possum returned once but seemed to know the food was gone, family time was over and he hasn’t come back.
  • Another day was spent well, sleeping – like falling asleep between meals and before bedtime, and once standing up at the sink.  How exciting can you get?
  •  I added three pages to a real book I am writing, so I am three pages past the Introduction.  This is a definite sign of recovery.  I started writing the book last spring.

Next, you will be quizzed on this report.

Can you remember anything about my Friday Randoms?


Read Full Post »

Home Fires Burning 2This week came and went – fast!

How can that be with nothing exciting happening?

New Year’s Eve

Bill and I were supposed to go to our friends’ home for nibbles before heading out to dinner.  Plans changed since our friends had to put down one of their favorite horses they described as  “a good girl.”  They were in no mood to host so we did the honors.

We watched a possum exploring our deck and that drew some laughter.  Dinner was fine.  And we managed to stay awake for champagne to welcome in the New Year.  It was an evening of mixed emotions; the sadness that comes with loss and the joy that comes with hope.



This Wednesday night was bitter cold.  

We lit the wood stove to give the generator a little rest and it was truly cozy inside

while we listened to the wind howl and the temps dropped to 5 degrees Farenheit.

The wild birds have finally arrived at our feeder!  I am so glad to see them.  This morning a big red headed woodpecker actually swooped in and out, along with a female cardinal, and a bunch of little finches.  It is still in the teens today.

Maybe people like to flock too.

Plans are also in the making for a Neighborhood Pot Luck Party.

Somehow my friend Phebe and I get involved in the invitations and organization, and another of our neighbors, Anne,  hosts the party.  So I have been on the telephone and emailing folks to help pull the whole thing together.

Here it is a week since New Year’s Eve and tomorrow our son is coming all the way from California with our three grandgirls.  That should be fun since nowadays it is getting harder and harder to get everyone together at the same time.


What is it about the first week of a new year that inspires a huge urge to organize home and hearth?   I’m into that too – organizing.

Starting with one little desk file drawer, I spent this morning reducing paper.  Well, at least I concentrated on that one file,  so full I can hardly pull it up without four other files coming along with it.

Then I realized I am behind (way behind) on blog posts too.

This week went by so fast.

How can this be when nothing exciting is happening?


Read Full Post »


How he got into our attic I have no idea except his climb to those dizzying heights began in the garage, where we would find evidence of illegal entry.

Each night he would scuffle and shuffle, keeping us awake and then making us worry.   “What if he trips on all that wiring?” I whispered to my calm, collected spouse (why was I whispering?).  “What if he electrocutes himself?  What damage must he be causing? What if he brings his family too?  He’s a squatter!  He is living in the upper reaches of our home – without permissionHow inconsiderate can you get? And now he’s partying all night and won’t let us sleep.  We HAVE to get him out of there!”


A Virginia Possum

I was at a loss about how to evict the squatter, Peter Possum, from our attic!

As usual, I had to admit city-dude ignorance with no idea how to deal with attic critters. My husband had no ideas either and beating on the ceiling with a broom handle had absolutely no effect. Wasn’t there a song once that began “Knock 3 Times on the Ceiling if You Love Me?”

Drat! I must swallow disappearing pride once again and consult with local experts.

Helpful as always, our country friends recommended a HAVE-A-HEART TRAP and said we could borrow theirs.   They use it to catch flying squirrels.  Flying Squirrels?  I never heard of them either.

Just the word, trap, makes me cringe.  I get visions of some sweet little wild thing caught in the jaws of pain.   I never heard of a “have-a-heart” option but was assured it is the most humane way to catch a bothersome critter.  It’s a very large wire-made contraption with a front door rigged to slam shut when the creature gets all the way in (no torturous clamps involved).


As directed, a small can of cat food  (remember to open it) was set deep within the trap.  They say  Peanut butter is effective too.   Hoping the bait would really work, we left the entire enchanting gizmo in the garage – and about an hour later I went out to check.  Woohoo!  (Modern slang for Hurrah!)  There was Peter!  He was actually  a cute little guy lying very still, eyes closed, “playing possum.”


We carried our incarcerated catch to the car and drove to a wilderness area not far from home.  I felt so sorry for Peter.  He had surely never ridden in a car and must be terrified.  I talked softly all the way.  You do have to be slightly weird to live out here, but only Peter and I (and my incredulous husband) were aware of the conversation (until now that is).

We dropped Peter Possum off at the edge of a forest area and opened the trap door.  It took him a minute to realize he was actually free, but off he finally went and we haven’t seen him since.

At least I don’t  think we have seen him since.


There are plenty of possums around here who might be Old Pete.  I like to think he found his way back to his wife and kids.  And maybe he tells the family and friends stories about his adventure in that big place over there,  and warns them to stay clear unless they want to get evicted and taken for a ride.

Country Tip for City Dudes: 

Check to see if any of your neighbors own a Have-A-Heart trap.  If not, consider buying one to expedite evictions of flying squirrels and possum families.

Read Full Post »

%d bloggers like this: