Apparently my garden is a toilet for the opossum who visit my yard. How do I know, you ask? Well, along one side of my house, there is the old "Poop Trail." It's sorta like an old Indian Trail, where the passage of time and generations of hungry souls searching for food and water are marked by subtle signs--except these aren't so subtle.
They are big poops.
They are also why Mean Old Man is mad at Hobbes--he thinks Hobbes is the culprit of leaving poops on his property, even though Hobbes hasn't really stepped more than 5 feet out into the door this winter. Poop = neighbor's cat, or so he thinks. Sigh. Oh well, it gives him something to be mad about all winter.
I'm not sure why my garden has been bestowed, but apparently the opossum like to come visit our yard every night. And my thanks? Poop. Lots of little logs of poop. On my plants. In the garden. Sometimes just left in the middle of the yard, like a dog. We have a major clean-up coming in spring.
This trail has been here for years--long before we moved in, I'm guessing. There are byways and passways under the fence here and there--places where the opossum go from one yard to the next. They had been here with the old fence when we first moved to Weirdville, and they continue under the new fence--in the exact same places. Seriously, I think generations of opossum have left their scent on this here opossum haven, and it will probably continue long after we have left.
This is my lot in life. I don't inherit a cottage by a lake or millions of dollars. Nope. I inherit the Poop Trail.
Who wants to be me?
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How can the Mean Old Man think that? Cats ALWAYS cover up their poop and they would never leave a trail like that. He doesn't know a thing about cats obviously.
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Some folks have all the luck. Don't you wish you were one of them.
Ha, Ha...well at least its not an elephant making trails on your property, or you would have a super poop trail!
one word - Tradition!
Well, it could be bear.
:-) Oh, my. The Poop Trail.
As my friend Mary would say, "Who has more fun than us, huh?"
Pearl
Just get some chickens and let them roam around come spring. You'll never know the poop was even there and your yard will love it! LOL.
Dang, those are some big poops! :0
I think your neighbour is a party pooper. ;)
xo Catherine
Duni--No kidding. He's a fool. An angry fool.
Vanilla-I have no idea what this means!
Chuck--I dunno. Do those people laugh a lot at stupid stuff and opossum poop in their yard. If not, they are missing out.
Hot Rocks--No kidding! I guess I should count myself lucky, eh?
Grace--I am picturing a mini Tevye (opossum, of course) singing "Tradition" as he walks through my gardens. :)
Patty--True. True. although this poop is pretty large stuff.
Pearl--I like that Mary. I'm glad other people have stuff like this happen to them. If we don't laugh, we cry.
Nancy--This stuff breaks down, believe it or not. It's made of seeds and other things that break down and it doesn't really stink for some reason. Still....
Candy--And so many! Criminy.
Catherine--:) I like that. No...he is a jerk. And an idiot. He has no idea that this is not cat poop.
Wouldn't it be great if you could turn the poop into some expensive coffee like Kopi Luwak?
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