We came home to a foul smelling yard and thought there was a skunk dance party under the children's playhouse. Well, after baiting a trap with tuna fish, Dr. B caught the stinky culprit. This perfume-packing opossum was pint-sized compared to the one a few weeks ago, but its powerful odor prompted free relocation. I think if this keeps up I might just have to get an advertising magnet for Dr. B's truck. After all, the realtors have them. Why not drum up a side business as the most-trusted possum relocator in this county?
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