I guess they figure it's not a dangerous enough animal for them to come out and remove themselves. Unfortunately I tried snapping some pics the first night I saw him but they didn't come out very well. There's a new school being built right down the street from me so I'm guessing all those critters that used to live in that area are moving into my neighborhood. On the other hand I did get pics of the possum my two boxers tore up pretty good in the backyard. Surprisingly it survived and crawled away. Never saw that possum again! <a href="http://s68.photobucket.com/albums/i27/tat2boy00/Kobe/?action=view¤t=Possum.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i27/tat2boy00/Kobe/Possum.jpg" border="0" alt="Possum"></a>
I didn't feel a bit bad i felt really bad when i saw that picture. I really cannot believe that so many people have no problem (and even seem to enjoy) killing a animal. That is just disgusting. I best not go to this thread again, otherwise I might be banned.
I apologize if the above picture of the beat up possum offends anyone and if I had edit capabilities I'd go back and remove it or at least put a spoiler tag on it. I had no clue the dogs were attacking that possum until I went back out to let'em back in. At that point, the possum was literally playing "possum" and wasn't moving at all so I actually thought it was dead. I rushed the dogs back inside and when I went back out 10-15 mins. later that thing was long gone. I have no clue where it went to but it was strong enough to make its escape.
I saw a Dillo the size of a St. Barnard late one night, while having one of our tribal meetings at Pale Face Park, on Lake Travis. Of course, this was about 40 years ago. It was a small group of us... around 25-30, altogether. We were camping at one of the coves, passing around a Wild Armadillo (completely different thing and organic... if you ever tried one, you may not know that I am the inventor), and had a huge bonfire going. By 3am, I had retired to my tent with a chick, who subsequently nodded out, and heard The Wonder Dog make a low growl. Crawling to the tent opening, I peered out upon a scene that I will never forget. No wonder my faithful companion, who was ferocious and afraid of nothing, except the odd bottle rocket exploding next to his ear, cowered by the tent flap. Crashing ponderously through the underbrush came the biggest armadillo ever seen outside of a fossil in a museum. Yes, the size of a St. Barnard. I kid you not. Astonished, I watched it move off into the darkness. By the time I thought to get my friends, those still awake, to see the damn thing, it had disappeared. True story. I think that branch of the armadillo family may have become extinct shortly after that night.
That would be like calling a chihuahua a giant rat. It's the same kind of thing. It's an analogy. You need to look it up, idiot. You are such a tool. Just kidding.
So, how many cases of leprosy have you heard of in your junior high? Is your Google just busted? You might could get it from the about 5% of them that carry the germ but I think you would have to lick it or rub it on an open sore. So if you just leave it alone, you should be OK.
