Last nigh at 11:30 I was sound asleep when Mrs. Carrera was yelling for me to wake up. Reuben the hunter killer had struck again. He added yet another species to his kill list.
He killed a sub adult possum. It was not just playing possum, he had destroyed it's head into the bloody pulp. Once again, he had a tight grip on the middle of the possum. So out comes two dog bone treats. I waved one right in front of his nose, and he hesitated, but dropped the possum. I grabbed it by the tail and
"took it to the train station" AKA the compost pile.
I did not bury it last night, I did that this morning in the sunlight.
I will spare your the gory photo. The compost is covered in flowers, and I had to find a bare spot to bury it. I dug up a bunch of worms with the black composted soil. In went the possum and I covered with soil. The worms make sort work of it.It has enough soil over it to avoid stinking.
So the count is one squirrel, two bunnies, uncounted mice, multiple skinks and the little tiny brown snakes, and one possum. I was really happy it was a possum, and not a skunk.