LassChance
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The Effen Gee said:I went on a night bike ride last night and came home at around 1:30.
Went upstairs, fell on my bed and crashed.
At around 3 am my cats are going nuts in front of our bedroom door, which is windowed.
I can see that something tripped my motion sensor floods in the yard...my cats are more than interested in something in front of the door and I can swear I hear something, but I had recently adjusted the air/filtration setup in my planted discus tank...so I mistook one nois for another. Plus I was dog butt tired.
This morning when I opened my bedroom door, the screen door was not only shreded at the bottom, it was bent out as if something was trying to pry its way in.
Like seriously, how insane are these animals?
Do they "Nest" or burrow?
Are there any natural repellents?
...and Hippy, those rasta thongs...Almost dead on. Mine dont have the leaves though, just the colors.
Could have been a possum or a coon. If you have dog food or cat food out, they will try to get in for a snack.
I opened my oven one Thanksgiving morning to put the turkey in...and there was a young possum, living comfy and cozy in the broiler! he even had a little stash of cat food in there with him and was evidently coming and going theu the Kitty Door, LOL. He was maybe two months old, weighed less than my cat.
I threw a towel over him, lifted him out and carefully set him down outside, where he trundled off.
Last year in the dead of night, my dogs went NUTS, barking, growling like crazy. I jumped up and turned on the light. There by the head of the bed was a little dead possum...poor little guy was stiff, his mouth open, his tongue lolling out. His eyes were open and glazed and I could see rows of razor sharp little teeth in his open mouth.
So, I picked up a tee shirt and used it to grab the criitter by his tail, carried him up the stairs and still holding him, rumaged for a garbage bag, found one and shook it open.
I dropped the corpse in and tossed the bag outside the fence, figuring the next day I would dispose of the body.
Only...next morning, the bag was EMPTY.
The little guy was only playing Dead. When I think of what could have happened if he had suddenly decided to "come to life"...I get chills. Imagine those rows of teeth gnawing up my arm!
Lesson learned: When you see a "dead" possum, UNLESS you also see BLOOD, guts and brain fragments...chances are, he aint dead at all.
Lassie