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Not big enough. Bed-Sty and Brownsville rats can knock a subway off the tracks.
Any idea what this is?
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Its a chupa cabra!!
I caught a live possum by the tail once. Bear in mind I was raised on military bases from '55 to '74, so I'm basically a city boy.
Never shot possum. I shot jackrabbits in the desert, toads & snakes that crawl up on the desert roads. Never close to a possum.
So my mom calls me up about 20 years back, and says, "My dryer is broken. Can you come fix it? It sounds like rocks banging around."
I pulled the dryer away from the wall to unplug it, and the vent pipe separated. When it did a pink rat tail flopped on the floor. "OH, Mom...," I sez, "You've cooked a rat in your dryer! Musta crawled up the tailpipe."
It didn't dawn on me that there was no cooked rat smell, and I put on a leather glove and pulled on the tail.
Out comes a dead possum , about a 3-1/2 pounder. "HoLeeChit Granny! You've cooked us a possum!" Well my mom freaked.
I tell people she was a hillbilly from Kentucky, but she was a city girl.
Anyhow I carried the dead possum by the tail, at arm's length, ~100 yards to the edge of the woodlot, where I was going to deposit its bloated carcass for the birds.
At about yard 101, that dead possum quit playing around and came back to life, with a very strong reaction to the indignity of his situation. In other words he hissed and tried to bite me.
I wound 'er up just like a baseball pitcher, and pitched that possum underhand into the brush a good 20 feet, where it faced me, arched high like a cat, hissed loudly, turned in that same posture, and stalked off never to be seen again.
There were nuts stored up inside my mom's dryer. I didn't know possum stored up their food. Once cleaned it ran fine.
Year's later, my dad passed on, and I inherited his '61 IHC Scout, which had sat outside ignored for many years. When I opened the hood, it was packed solid with a possum nest of leaves, twigs, and possum poop, plus a dead baby possum or two.
Dad told my mom not to leave food out for the stray cats. . .That "bloated" possum was just a well fed critter.
Never shot possum. I shot jackrabbits in the desert, toads & snakes that crawl up on the desert roads. Never close to a possum.
So my mom calls me up about 20 years back, and says, "My dryer is broken. Can you come fix it? It sounds like rocks banging around."
I pulled the dryer away from the wall to unplug it, and the vent pipe separated. When it did a pink rat tail flopped on the floor. "OH, Mom...," I sez, "You've cooked a rat in your dryer! Musta crawled up the tailpipe."
It didn't dawn on me that there was no cooked rat smell, and I put on a leather glove and pulled on the tail.
Out comes a dead possum , about a 3-1/2 pounder. "HoLeeChit Granny! You've cooked us a possum!" Well my mom freaked.
I tell people she was a hillbilly from Kentucky, but she was a city girl.
Anyhow I carried the dead possum by the tail, at arm's length, ~100 yards to the edge of the woodlot, where I was going to deposit its bloated carcass for the birds.
At about yard 101, that dead possum quit playing around and came back to life, with a very strong reaction to the indignity of his situation. In other words he hissed and tried to bite me.
I wound 'er up just like a baseball pitcher, and pitched that possum underhand into the brush a good 20 feet, where it faced me, arched high like a cat, hissed loudly, turned in that same posture, and stalked off never to be seen again.
There were nuts stored up inside my mom's dryer. I didn't know possum stored up their food. Once cleaned it ran fine.
Year's later, my dad passed on, and I inherited his '61 IHC Scout, which had sat outside ignored for many years. When I opened the hood, it was packed solid with a possum nest of leaves, twigs, and possum poop, plus a dead baby possum or two.
Dad told my mom not to leave food out for the stray cats. . .That "bloated" possum was just a well fed critter.