Over The Hedge and Into My Backyard!

Some of you who are friends with me on facebook might now that we've recently had a problem with our backyard. Monday was the climax in all the action. Freedom was ringing, and it wasn't just for America!

You see, a few weeks ago our lovely little Fiona would be outside at night, down in the corner of the back yard, on Pomeranian Patrol. She would bark, and bark, and bark some more. We would go out and call her and usually she would come back in. One night, we were not so lucky. We threw on our flippy floppies and headed out to see what her deal was. There, in the darkness with the sorriest excuse for a flashlight, we found Fiona and a creature of the night. It was bigger than her, had fangs, and was GROWLING and HISSING at us. We didn't want to get too close so I shined the light on the beast while we tried to get Fiona closer to us. We snatched her up and ran for our lives.

A few nights later the same thing occurred. Oh crap! We had gotten a better flashlight- grabbed it and made our way into the darkness. She was barking into the tree and so again- I shined the light until I found the beast and hubby snatched up Fiona, securing her inside.

Cut to Monday morning, around 0800. The sun is shining, birds are chirping and dogs are barking. What the heck? We went into the yard to see what was going on. Fiona was trying to get behind the shed to attack her beastly nemesis in the light of day:




You see the beast? Right?

 Well... here it was day light and the beast was trapped in our yard. SUPER. My first city slicking instinct was to call Animal Control. They take care of these types of situations? Right?

WRONG.

The lady laughed at me and told me to leave it alone. In the mean time she also told me to keep my dogs inside because the opossum was scared. I'm sorry, what? It is trespassing on my property and I have to be gentle because it's scared? Fine. What if it doesn't leave? What if it bites us? Will we get rabies? She informed us they are not carriers of rabies, but also told us not to try to touch it. YOU THINK? I'm not from the sticks! I don't want it for a pet!

Well, an hour later the marsupial was still taking up residence behind our shed. Meaning we couldn't let the dogs out. The woman at Animal Control told us to try to get it out with a broom. All it did was hiss at us some more. That was it... we called again. She told me I was wasting her time. I took another approach and told her I was afraid that the opossum might be pregnant and stuck, since it was kind of big. I then asked if I could shoot it. (Mind you, there are no guns in the house so PETA people, feel free to not harass me) She obviously told me no. I asked if they were a protected species or something. She got the picture and told me she would send someone out since both of it's sides were touching shed/wall.

Well, cut to:

Yeppers- that is the animal control guy and the hubs...

 By the time the Animal Control guy showed up, that damn marsupial was GONE. Well, if we didn't look like the biggest bunch of jack-legs... calling this man up to fricking Fallbrook, on the 4th of July, for a damn opossum that wasn't even there!

You saw the pictures of it though, right? You know it was there! We're not losing our minds, right? Needless to say, Mr./Mrs. Opossum has not been back to our house- Pomeranian Patrol checks the perimeter every night.

Cuddles and Kisses,
The Mrs.