There was a dead possum lying at the end of my backyard down the hill. It was a sad view and I was worried of what could happen with this horrible heat too. If you add on the danger for Moki, certainly willing to go mess with the possum as soon as I would turn my eyes, there was no way for me to just ignore the dead creature and leave it there.
I am not saying it was easy but I made the decision to take care of her myself. At first, I wanted to give her a proper burial. But I should dig at least five feet down to make sure that the coyote would not dig it out, and the termometer was saying 110 degrees. So I resolved to put the possum in a triple trash bag and put it in the trash can outside the yard wit a couple of rocks on top of the lid.
Yeah, right. As If plastic would keep the smell inside. Well, it wasn't the case, and when I went out today I realized that it must had been the possum's revenge for not being properly buried. Poor possum. She deserved to be better taken care of. Instead now, the only chance left was to call the city sanitation services.
They will definitely come to pick up the dead animal but. But implies me getting up at 5 a.m. since they will come at that time tomorrow morning and pick up only if the trash bag is left on the street in front of my house. Their personnel is "not allowed to open trash cans". And putting the bag, even tripled, on the street tonight would be just like inviting the coyotes to party with and make an awful mess.
Ahhhh, the joy of living around nature!
Gloria, your new house is terrific, and the trees, and the hills, ad the nature... but when i'll go back to natureless Milan, i'll kiss the concrete of Corso Genova there...
Posted by: f | August 30, 2009 at 02:25 PM