Woke up to a mysterious crash from the basement. After due consideration, Tam (having been up and decent for hours) investigated.
There's an animal in the basement. We don't know what kind. Coffee, toast, a shower and proper clothing first.
Where's my pith helmet?
I'm starting to dislike this movie.
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16 hours ago
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large fish landing nets and cardboard boxes are useful in that situation.
Failing which, I'm sure Tam could find a small, hand-held, low-velocity projectile launcher.
"There's an animal in the basement. We don't know what kind."
Welp, that's not ominous AT ALL.
(I had to evict a possum from the crawl space under my house back in November. Live trap plus canned cat food, and someone willing to drive it out to the country to release it. That said: possums are probably one of the more-benign wild critters to have to evict; after I had caught it it just sat there giving me a dumb and somewhat regretful look. The cat I trapped later on when I thought I had another possum acted like it wanted to hurt me badly - but luckily for me just ran away when I opened the trap)
Are you sure you haven't opened a portal to another dimension in your basement?
Every horror movie I saw in my youth, and things not from horror movies. Rodents of Unusual Size spring to mind.
I owned an older house at the age of 19. It had a front porch, with one door. Somehow, the wind blew it open, and it stuck that way. In the middle of the night, I was up and heard a noise on the porch. I opened the door, and went out, with a golf club in hand.
My first mistake. My second mistake was that the porch had two ends that came off of the door which was in the middle. So I trapped the opossum in one end, and it was not happy. I was close enough to make him or her mad. He was reared up on his hind legs, front legs waving, with his sharp teeth out, and hissing at me like he wanted to eat me, one leg at a time.
It was then, that I decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and quickly retreated inside, shut the lights off, and went to bed. I got up the next morning, the critter was gone, and I made certain that he or she never could have a chance to get stuck in my porch again. And I was forever left with the impression that opossums were not an animal that I would ever mess with.
Following the resolution of the immediate situation, it will be interesting to watch you discover the critter's means of access to your basement. :-)
The large problem with opossums is that, when threatened, they tend to defecate. That is not Eua de cologne that comes out.
With any luck, you have a tiny vole that set off a Rube Goldberg-style chain reaction.
Bruce-- I hate it when that happens. Throws my schedule off for the entire week.
I do not understand. Do you not have two rather large house cats in your home that are fed regularly? It appears that it is time they understand that hunting for other animals in the home is sometimes expected in return for the regular feeding. Besides, it will be an enriching activity for them.
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