Last night my dogs saw a possum trying to run across the fence and went all WWF on the fuckers ass. Willie jumped up in the air, caught the possum in his mouth and brought him down to the ground. Tag team in full affect. Snoop took over, he body slammed the possum and beat the shit out of it. I watched and screamed in horror while my Husband the Hunter went a lookin' for his flashlight and weapon of choice. I finally got Snoop to get off of the possum and brought both of the dogs inside.
My husband went outside to see what he could do about the possum and I got pissed. "Get inside, dumbass, he's just playing possum, HE'S GOING TO ATTACK YOU!!" He ignored me, of course, and stood there looking at the possum with a beer in one hand, flashlight in the other.
Then, I saw this creepy little, hairless thing wondering aimlessly in the grass and screamed "IT HAS BABIES. OH MY GOD. BABY POSSUMS!" Possums are scary enough as it is, baby possums are fucking horrific. There were three of them. That put me into even more of a panic, thinking that possum was going to get up and attack the shit out of Tony because the babies were in danger.
Tony finally came inside and shut the light off, hoping the momma possum would get her babies and get the fuck out of our backyard (ok, I was hoping they'd all die). Well, she left alright, but this morning, Tony went out there to find 3 dead baby possums. Fucking mommapossum left her babies to die. In my backyard! Ugh.
Now, I'm having issues with touching my dogs this morning because they had possum all up in their mouths. They must be disinfected and I am not going to be the one to do it. Oh. Hell. No.







Can a possum actually play possum or is it just being a possum?
I'll be quiet now........