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Anonymous
I used to have this opossum come in my garage and eat my cat's catfood. One night I said, "fuck this possum!" and I closed the garage door with us both inside. The possum knew it was fucked, and ran into one of the corners behind some boxes. That didn't stop me, I grabbed it by the tail with my bare hands, stuffed it in a hamper, and fucked around with it, for like an hour. I sprayed it with the hose, poked it, shook the hamper. I didn't want it coming back. Finally, I let it go a few blocks away, (these guys shit and drool everywhere) and for a couple of weeks, all was well. Well one night, I saw something skitter past the screen door towards the garage, and I knew it was that fucking possum. I went out, closed the door again, grabbed it, but instead of trapping it, I walked out into the front yard and chucked it as hard as I could into the street. It landed like a brick, and ran away. I haven't seen it since.
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