Trapped or killed to date: (1) armadillo, (1) possum, (1) groundhog. Forget that cuddly woodchuck in the Bill Murray movie. This thing was nasty.
Update 9/10/24: Riley got antsy last night so Barb took her out on a leash where they flushed a BFA (big fucking armadillo). She called me and I grabbed the .12 gauge. Boom.
Mr. Wolf spotted this while road tripping near Guerneville, CA.
If you live near the woods you’re gonna have critters. Deer, turkeys, rabbits, squirrels. But for the last few months armadillos and possums have been roaming around in the wee hours. I think I hit an armadillo last week based on the dead animal smell that lingered for a few days. The armadillos can do a lot of damage to a yard, flower bed… even the foundation of your house. And they can give you leprosy. Kelly Wildlife Control trapped one a couple of nights ago (photo above).
And we have a big groundhog terrorizing the neighborhood (Groundhog burrows can undermine building foundations). He’s got a burrow under the deck of the Annex but has so far avoided the traps.
Blowing up milk jugs filled with water is very satisfying. Who knew? Using birdshot from about 30 feet. Popped off twenty rounds with the little .22 pistol (same distance) and hit the target three times. I’m improving, believe it or not.
Spent half an hour looking at old Jeeps this morning. An annual gathering held at the Antique Car Museum in Fulton, MO. Most of these folks live and breathe old Jeeps this event is for them. I was just a gawker.
