So last week I saw my first possum. I discovered I have an irrational fear of these possums. I cried for hours after seeing it. So how does one face their fears. Well I forgot to close the gate on the chicken coop and in the middle of the night I heard a struggle. Keep in mind I live in what is becoming the ghetto, urban farming movements. I have three hens, that's it. I walk out and my black Cochin hen Angela is running around my yard freaking out. Instantly I knew everything was NOT okay. Walking closer to the coop I realized, Well first, the gates open, second there is feathers everywhere. Walking closer something is running around. I pray it's the hen. Nope. It's that same possum that my dog went after on our walk a week ago. My splash hens dead and I got a possum locked in my coop.
So basically what's going on is, Angela the black hen's in my tub. Stevie the blue is MIA. Beverly the splash is dead and there's the culprit locked in my coop eating her remains under my coop. My family because of the whole 'gun control' has no guns. We have a pellet gun, a blow gun and a training bow. Nothing to really kill him. Let's call him Joe. So, Joe is now being shot repetitively in the face with the pellet gun in hopes it kills him. Nope. Nothings killing him.
He's terrified. I'm terrified and crying. Can't send the dogs in, they might catch something. Can't go in myself, I might catch something. You ever seen the grandfather of rap. He sings Whatcha gonna do. That right there was the song of the night. I left him in the coop and somebody in my house let him out. Oh well he ain't coming back. . . hopefully. . .
Anyway, the term for fear of Possums would be IF THEY HAD IT Didelphiphobia.
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