Santy Claws in Chicago

 

I read online trapping and relocating a opossum is like someone kidnapping you from your home, transporting you in a cage, dumping you blindfolded in the middle of the night in the middle of Chicago, and leaving you to fend for yourself. No home, no food, no money, no cell phone, no friends. In a bad neighborhood. Lots of subversives wanting to do you harm and not knowing where you can go to be safe.

 

Oh! That makes me feel so bad! So I'm torn. If I don't relocate the Santy Claws, he will either die from the neighbor's poison, another neighbor will shoot him, or best case scenario, my neighbor across the street will trap and relocate him. I'm thinking I don't have a choice.

But I feel very sad for Santy Claws. Too bad he can't be trained to live under the shed and stay out from under my house. I'd even feed him. Free room and board to guard my property against rats, mice, slugs, snails and anything dead. (They eat dead animals.) I think that's a fair trade if only I could talk him into it.

If I had a lot of property like fifty acres, I'd build a little opossum-proof house and have everyone relocate their opossums to my property.  I'd have to join the Society for Opossum Lovers.

The same website said to put ammonia in little bowls with cloth in the area where you don't want your visitor. I put five bowls of ammonia under my house...