rburg
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They do enjoy garbage, as in ripping open bags and spreading it around. I've been known to shoot them. And I've hit one or two with a shovel (using the side instead of the flat part.)
I've read some fool studied them (probably at taxpayers expense) and discovered they do faint, or pass out due to very high blood pressure when they get riled. Playin' possum is caused by their BP going thru the roof.
So we play a little game these days. I went back to smackin' them real hard right on the pointy head. When they pass out, I use the shovel to cart them out to the state highway out front. Then I kind of sling them out in the middle of the roadway where the trucks and busses run. Then I head back inside. I check the results in the morning. If he's flattened out to about the size of a garbage can lid, I surmise he did't wake up before the next truck. If'n he's gone, I figure he woke up and waddled off. Mostly they don't come back. That's a good thing, cause I don't like 'em inconveniencing me for a 2nd go round.
As for the possum on the grill, you boy's need a lesson or two about neighborly politic's. Say you've got a fool living next door or 'round the corner. And he's not bein' very neighborly. You need to take him a midnight peace offerin'. Just go out and find some roadkill and leave it on his grill. His wife'll see it, probably blame him, and you can sit out back with an adult beverage and listen to the fight rage.
Years ago I had a friend enlist me in some fun and games. One of our mutual friends went fishin'. He found a big ole dead carp and tossed it up on the buddy's balcony. It was back in our salad years, when we all lived in apartments. The friend who needed help had a nasty old pickup truck. He often hauled manure and junk around in it. So back then we just got a 6 pack from the local drive thru and made an evening drive out in the country. Used a shovel in the back to scoop up a half dozen dead critters off the roadway, before they got too flat. Then we paid a visit to the friends apartment.
He lived in the "Polish Penthouse", aka the basement apartment. We just gently and quietly lowered the stinky critters down into the window well. Went home and didn't give it another thought.
Maybe that ranks as one of the lowest things I've ever participated in. But I've tried mighty hard to do better since then! 
The victim guessed who the bad guys were, but he decided we were light years ahead of him in evil thoughts and deeds. He stopped attacking (or his wife would have divorced him.)
I've read some fool studied them (probably at taxpayers expense) and discovered they do faint, or pass out due to very high blood pressure when they get riled. Playin' possum is caused by their BP going thru the roof.
So we play a little game these days. I went back to smackin' them real hard right on the pointy head. When they pass out, I use the shovel to cart them out to the state highway out front. Then I kind of sling them out in the middle of the roadway where the trucks and busses run. Then I head back inside. I check the results in the morning. If he's flattened out to about the size of a garbage can lid, I surmise he did't wake up before the next truck. If'n he's gone, I figure he woke up and waddled off. Mostly they don't come back. That's a good thing, cause I don't like 'em inconveniencing me for a 2nd go round.
As for the possum on the grill, you boy's need a lesson or two about neighborly politic's. Say you've got a fool living next door or 'round the corner. And he's not bein' very neighborly. You need to take him a midnight peace offerin'. Just go out and find some roadkill and leave it on his grill. His wife'll see it, probably blame him, and you can sit out back with an adult beverage and listen to the fight rage.
Years ago I had a friend enlist me in some fun and games. One of our mutual friends went fishin'. He found a big ole dead carp and tossed it up on the buddy's balcony. It was back in our salad years, when we all lived in apartments. The friend who needed help had a nasty old pickup truck. He often hauled manure and junk around in it. So back then we just got a 6 pack from the local drive thru and made an evening drive out in the country. Used a shovel in the back to scoop up a half dozen dead critters off the roadway, before they got too flat. Then we paid a visit to the friends apartment.
He lived in the "Polish Penthouse", aka the basement apartment. We just gently and quietly lowered the stinky critters down into the window well. Went home and didn't give it another thought.


The victim guessed who the bad guys were, but he decided we were light years ahead of him in evil thoughts and deeds. He stopped attacking (or his wife would have divorced him.)