More Battles With The Wildlife

Last night, the light burned out above my back porch, so by 8 p.m. it was even darker than usual.

Standing in my back yard, behind me, I heard a rustle on the back fence. I turned around, but saw nothing.

I climbed up the steps of the porch, and suddenly I saw a possum race into the garage at high speed. It vanished into the shed portion of the garage. Following quickly, I could hear the animal gnawing on something behind some paint cans (perhaps gnawing on a carrot left out for Bailey, or some such).

I went inside and retrieved a flashlight, but was unsuccessful in locating the varmint. Meanwhile, Bailey was in the yard, wisely away from the action.