Possum Posse

So my "country neighbor" (i.e. lives 2-25 miles away, but also in the boonies), Nina, calls one Sunday night in need of assistance she knew we could offer. "Do you know how to dispose of a possum?" Ha ha! Why of course we do!

We have a long discussion weighing the needs of a sweet mother on bedrest with twins not wanting to not let the possum sit in a trap all night, but not wanting it to eat any more of her eggs. Also, knowing it will be dark when her husband gets home and only has a shovel vs. breaking the Sabbath and sending my husband over to shoot it. We decide that a gun would work better than a shovel and I tell Curtis about his task. And he laughs.

We happen to be on our way over to another "country neighbor's" house for dinner, so upon arriving I asked the man of the house, "Do you go with Curtis to shoot a possum?" He jovially replies, "Heck Yeah!" So after dinner, Curtis and 2 male counterparts go over to Nina's with a shotgun to dispose of the possum. Another "country neighbor" happens to call Curtis's cell and happens to be heading to Nina's too! So now there is a 5 man posse armed and ready to attack this trapped, defenseless little possum!

Apparently, the first 3 shots missed (it helps to look at the animal you are shooting), and ricochet around the barn. Now the laughter ensues as we all think of the possibility of a dead goat. Josh takes aim and plugs the poor creature 5 times in the body as we all hide behind posts in the barn. As we determine the creature was in fact dead we attempted to find a shovel to no avial so we stick the dead animal to the ground with a pitchfork for Carl to burry later.

Now, Nina has enough eggs to feed her children.

Note: This is my version of Curtis's version of the tale...I wasn't there. :)