After all the run ins with the possum I was kind of surprised with how he met his maker.
A dude named Bret Bennet (roommate of mine) starts doing the possum yell...ie Dave dave dave I killed the possum. This is at like 3 am.
Now I think I'm not falling for this again. I slowly get up and get myself a beer and hit the fish whistle.
Ok dude show me the possum.
I fully expect another "not sure what happened to it deal".
Not this time.
Possum showed up on a window ledge where we had the tv. So Bret's watching tv and looks over at the window and there he is. (I'm sure in some kind a taunting way).
F'ing Bret grabs a pick ax out of the closet and does the possum in. He is then so proud he's yelling for the whole neighborhood to hear that he's killed the possum.....very anticlimatic for me.
I liked hunting that sucker. When the killing happened it wasn't as much fun.