So, in my latest attempt to catch the killer tomcat, I put out the trap last night baited with leftover hotdogs from a family barbecue. In the middle of the night, I heard a snap! Then wicked howls. In the morning, my wife and I went out to check. Once again, we had caught something other than our intended quarry -- this time a large, vicious-looking possum with jaws the size of a medium-sized dog. I was scared he was going to attack both of us, but my wife thought he was cute.
"He's growling at us."
"He's just scared."
"Look at those teeth!"
"Don't worry, I'll protect you."
When we opened the gate to the trap, the possum scooted out and ran into the woods, without looking back. Needless to say, we weren't attacked.
The hunt for the tomcat goes on.
-- Jim
Addendum: The following night, I caught a raccoon. But he was good-natured about the whole thing and didn't even growl.
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- Jim Melvin
- Clemson, SC, United States
- I was born in Poughkeepsie, N.Y., but grew up in St. Petersburg, Fla. I graduated from the University of South Florida (Tampa) in 1979 with a B.A. in Journalism. I now live in South Carolina near the Blue Ridge Mountains, a pleasant setting for writing, to say the least. I was an award-winning journalist at the St. Petersburg Times for twenty-five years and I currently work at the Charlotte Observer. I am married with five daughters.
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Jim Melvin, a veteran journalist, debuts as novelist.
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