A few days ago, my two youngest sons came running into the kitchen that I had been cleaning screaming, "Mommy! Mommy! You've got to see this! There's a white piggie under the deck and it smelled us!"
"A what?" I asked.
"A white piggie! Come look right now!"
A white piggie could only mean one thing...
I called up our local Animal Control to see if they'd loan me a cage. At a $50 charge as deposit my husband and I decided we'd see if we could prop up the deck first. Or use gloves.
Or just watch it scurry along the creepy neighbor's fence.
What you see here is not a zoomed in photograph from my camera. Instead, what you see is a photograph taken from just four feet away...multiple times. I've never seen one of these things so calm in my life. Any more calm and it would have been playing dead.
In fact, my husband grabbed it's tale and yanked on it at least four times.
It didn't even flinch.
Total size including tail...a good two to two-and-a-half feet long. I've never laughed so hard in my life. Well, except that one time in Oklahoma when my husband did this:
Which is why I call him Armadillo Man.
PS: Yes my husband asked if we could keep it, and being the good mother I am I said no. Never. I learned my lesson after the pet baby rattlesnake we had in Wyoming for a week right after we got married. I made him let it go in a popgut hole.
PPS: Anyone know how to get rid of possums humanely? I think it made a nest under my deck.
PPPS: At least I now know what's been taking a dump in my garden the last few days. I may or may not have blamed my youngest.