I've been worried about whatever kind of critter took up residence under my house. It's living under the bath tub. You can hear it moving around, especially in the morning. I was worried it might be skunks again.
Some years ago we had a skunk living under the house that eventually turned in to seven or eight skunks. We finally ended up getting rid of them with the help of Chase Comfort, of Wildlife Services, and some #6 birdshot from my 16 gauge shotgun.
After we finally cleared them out, I went around the house and blocked off any possible avenue of entry the critters could use to get back under the house.
Skunks aren't actually as big as they seem. They just have a lot of hair.
I found that out when they were under the house and I saw them go under the house through an opening under the kitchen I thought they'd be too big to get through. That opening was closed by nailing a small board across it.
Problem was, that location was my location of choice when I'd put out rat poison- having a running battle with rats under the house despite having three cats at the time. So, I didn't nail the board on too tight so I could pry the board off to put poison in that spot.
I either didn't replace the board once, or something pulled the board off because we could hear things under the house again. I finally noticed the board wasn't in place and something had pushed through some downhanging parts of the wall to get under the house. I was hoping it wasn't skunks again.
Maybe it was the possum that's always coming around at night to eat the cat food left outside? I was hoping so. From the scratching I could hear on the bath tub it sounded like it could well be.
Finally, I saw the possum going under the house this morning- in broad daylight. After it went under the house I realized I should have taken a picture of it for this blog. Too late.
Then, not ten minutes later, I'm sitting here and see something next to Stinker on the back stairs. It's that damned possum eating the cat food. Stinker's maybe a foot away just watching him.
I actually went to get the camera and then realized I wasn't sure where I'd left it. Besides, I'd have to put batteries in it and then go through the hassle of putting the pictures on the laptop and transfering them to this computer. For some reason I can't get this computer to download pics straight from the camera.
I gave up on the pictures and went out to remove the food. Hey...he can fend for himself. Besides, this is some really expensive cat food the wifey bought for Stinker. He's got a skin problem the wife thinks might be from eating corn. This cat food doesn't have corn it it, and it was pricey.
So I open the door and the possum just stands there. I tell him to leave and he just stares at me. I motion like I'm gonna hit him and he cowers a bit but doesn't leave. I finally reach for the bowl and he moves down to the sidewalk. I bring the bowl inside and yell at Mr. Possum to leave. He starts waddling away and then turns and bares his teeth at me and finally walks out of the yard going through the side gate.
Pesky little critter. While it's kind of neat having some wild animal around that seems used to you, it's a bit too familiar with people for my comfort.
Still, better than having the skunks under the house.