That’s pretty much it. Dead possum. I saw him yesterday looking dead, but thought, “hmmm…possum…better wait and see”. He was just as dead today. He chose to kick off right next to my horses’ mineral block.
I’ll move the corpse tonight, since I didn’t have time this morning.
Everytime I hear the words “dead possum”, I get the image of my BIL attempting to remove a possum that had managed to die while in the process of climbing their fence. It was a secluded area of fence, so by the time he found it, the possum had bloated, then dried up and the flesh was kind of merged with the fence, (it was chain link). BIL, wearing rubber gloves and holding a trashbag, reached for the possum and wiggled it a bit to dislodge it from the fence. But not all of it was dried up, and he heard a wet tearing sound, before the liquified entrails gushed out all over his arm.
Eeeew. My husband’s dog killed one and stashed it in the corner of the yard, out of sight. After it got good and mushy from the summer heat, he rolled in it and then came bounding into the house. Eeeew.
When I lived in Seattle we had a fair amount of possum in the neighbourhood. One day I noticed a dead possum face sticking out from under the corner of the house. It seems Mr Possum got under the house and tried to squeeze his way under the corner, didn’t fit, was too stupid to back up (or perhaps got stuck), and stayed there until he died.
Poor Mr Possum.
Poor Seven for having to crawl under the house to the far corner to try and get this bastard.
For several months when we’d see a possum we’d say “House 1, possum 0”
Being a smart horse person like I know you are I am sure you already know about all the yucky diseases possums carry that can effect horses. You may want to call your vet just to make sure that the horses are up to date on all possum transmitted stuff.
On that note. PETA PEOPLE STOP READING HERE…
One night there was a possum out in my horse pasture, I would have left him be but he was acting strange. I don’t like possums around the house in the first place and one that isn’t acting right has no place in my horse pasture. I decided it was best for him to meet the possum maker but for the life of me couldn’t find any bullets for the .22. I did however know where my bow case was. Knowing that possums are very hardy I made sure to hit all the vital spots and in the end the thing looked more like a porcupine than a possum. Tossed him over the fence and called it a night. The next day I was out working on the fence and looked over to where the possum had been tossed the night before. He was gone, there where no drag marks in the snow, so nothing carried him off, however there were little possum tracks wandering away from the spot. To this day I am certain that there is no way he could have survived all of those wounds. Just one should have been fatal. So ever since I have decided that he was actually a little possum Terminator and he just regenerated parts and moved on.
A couple of years ago, I was doing a building inspection. On the floor of what should have been unoccupied, as it was an abandoned building, was a backpack. My dog was fairly interested in this backpack. I might be a sucker for punishment.
I looked inside.
It contained one dead and mummified possum, on top of a bag of beef jerky.
Was the possum after the jerky? Did it get stuck? It certainly looked like it could have backed out, but maybe it lost a lot of weight in the whole mummification process.