While taking the trash out this morning, O. B. treed a possum in the dog house. It was quite noisy for a while. Whity and Earl watched as O. B. and Beau made like they were protecting me from a monster.

I guess the rain for the first time in a month or so enticed him to come inside.

Eventually I pulled the grill from the wall and put a bucket over the possum. I then used a shovel to pick up the possum and bucket and carried them out side the gate.

The next day, it seems the possum wanted some more. I believe it was the same possum. I again scooped him up in a bucket and shovel and threw him over the east fence vice the west.