I remember the 1st time I screwed up with Possums.... Whole damm family of them were in my attic....they made an entrance thru my roof.
Got tired of their crap and one Saturday Morning I entered the Attic...equipped with my putter, shorts and flip~flops......
Ya know when you are really screwed up and gettin hurt when everything goes "slowmotion" on yer arse... yet I believed in "No Fear".
I made it close to the spot where they were nesting because I heard the gnashing of teeth and seen dozens of red eyes. The smell of Death prevailed. As if it were to be mine.....No Fear!
As if my Guardian Angel was trying to get the point across I felt a deep pain within my arse that summoned me to rethink my approach to this problem... yes I must approach them from the roof.... think as a opossum, live as a opossum, be the opossum....
After 4 Days of sleeping in and staying awake at nights I realized....I'm too frikken tired to climb a ladder... I must seek alternative measures. Yes I must bug bomb them out.... or better yet "Burn them Out".
It must have been my "Evil Sickly GRNN NN NNNN" that alerted my wifey...because after that all I remember is the Hospital stay and this note from my therapist....
Hospital Release I may NEVER recover!!!
Mac
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