Since we moved into our home here in Niagara 6 years ago, we knew something "lived" under our shed. There was always a hole.
I spoke to the "whom ever" everything I thought of it while back there, and basically said... Hey, you live here. We live there. Let's never meet. I won't bother you. You don't bother me.
That agreement worked well for the last 6 years.
Until this week.
Enter Madam Possum.
So. She has been into my brown-gold... aka compost pile, eating my kale, as well as generally frREAking me out ever since I saw her. My son actually spotted her. Right on.
I don't blame her for living in our cosy shed. I mean. Come on! It's like living next to the supermarket with an all access pass!
Ideas on how to humanely irradiate her would be appreciated.