Re: Pest and Predator Solutions
Posted: 16 Aug 2019, 11:55
I've got a pretty funny story my uncle told me when had a problem with a possum
When my uncle was a young fella, he went camping with a few mates on the property, and there used to be a possum that used to hang around the house and always destroyed all the fruit trees, all the plants and even ate a heap of fish food that was left on the table outside
Late one night, my uncle and his best mate, were up by the fire drinking (a bit too much) and their other 2 mates went to bed, and low and behold, the possum came down the tree beside them and started sniffing all around the tents looking for a feed.
My uncle saw an opportunity to finally get rid of him, and so his plan sprang into action.
My uncle had a half eaten pear in the esky, so he got that out and all the tents were lined up next to where the possum was, so my uncle pinned up one of the tents (which he thought was his) doors with a stick and threw the pear in.
The possum sniffed it out and wandered into the tent and as quick as a flash, my uncle pulled out the stick and zipped up the tent and decided to deal with it in the morning.
My uncle then got up the next morning still by the fire from the night before with his mate (from the drinking they did), and they heard this blood curdling shriek, and his other mate came racing from out of his tent with the possum trailing behind him before taking off into the scrub.
It turns out my uncle trapped the possum in the wrong tent, and his mate was certainly unimpressed
Thanks
Noah Till
When my uncle was a young fella, he went camping with a few mates on the property, and there used to be a possum that used to hang around the house and always destroyed all the fruit trees, all the plants and even ate a heap of fish food that was left on the table outside
Late one night, my uncle and his best mate, were up by the fire drinking (a bit too much) and their other 2 mates went to bed, and low and behold, the possum came down the tree beside them and started sniffing all around the tents looking for a feed.
My uncle saw an opportunity to finally get rid of him, and so his plan sprang into action.
My uncle had a half eaten pear in the esky, so he got that out and all the tents were lined up next to where the possum was, so my uncle pinned up one of the tents (which he thought was his) doors with a stick and threw the pear in.
The possum sniffed it out and wandered into the tent and as quick as a flash, my uncle pulled out the stick and zipped up the tent and decided to deal with it in the morning.
My uncle then got up the next morning still by the fire from the night before with his mate (from the drinking they did), and they heard this blood curdling shriek, and his other mate came racing from out of his tent with the possum trailing behind him before taking off into the scrub.
It turns out my uncle trapped the possum in the wrong tent, and his mate was certainly unimpressed
Thanks
Noah Till