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Author: Carol Dutcher
Date: 2007-06-27 00:21
I have posted on the board before how I sit in front of the television set and practice scales, ect. Last night at around midnight I was working on a riff for Honeysuckle Rose. I am going into my second week now on this riff, and finally getting it to where I think it should be. I finished the riff and heard "squeak squeak squeak" from behind the television set. For once it was not me squeaking. The terrier started to bark madly. I got my trusty big yellow $20.00 flashlight. I pulled the television out away from the wall, and there sitting in the dust bunnies was a possum. I pointed the terrier at the possum and said, "Go Lulu." (Lulu is the dog.) She finally got the critter and pulled it out and dropped it at my feet. I was ready for this with an empty rice krispy carton for critter carrying, and also a butcher knife just in case it attacked me. Well, you never know. So I scooped up the critter and threw it out in the back yard. It played dead but it's little toes were still wiggling. It finally jumped up and took off. Go Possom!
Never again will I hear Honeysuckle Rose without thinking of my adventures trying to get it just right and the wonderful audience at my feet.
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Author: rsholmes
Date: 2007-06-27 01:17
In the past decade or so we've had mice, rats, squirrels, bats, a snake, and a shrew turn up in the various houses we've lived in, but no possums. If possums are attracted to clarinet music, that's it -- I'm switching to heckelphone.
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Author: William
Date: 2007-06-27 04:44
Reminds me of the time I was sitting in my middle school band room, between classes, practicing the Bozza Clarinet Concerto. I was just getting into one of those triplet runs when I glanced down and saw a two foot grass snake slithering out from under my chair. Seventh graders!!--ya gotta love-em. No cereal box handy--ala Carol--so I just reached down and picked it up behind its head and carried it back outside where it went on its merry way. Every time I play the Bozza, that memory comes to mind and I glance down at the floor...............
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Author: Morrigan
Date: 2007-06-27 05:38
Reminds me of one day I turned up at my teacher's house for a lesson to be greeted by him in the front yard with a huge stiff dead possum on the end of his shovel...
Post Edited (2007-06-27 07:55)
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Author: Don Berger
Date: 2007-06-27 13:18
While living in our suburban home, and trapping stray cats in a racoon trap [dont let them, or squirrels get into your attics], I caught a number of possums, snarling/ugly creatures, took them [in the trap] about five miles away and let them find a home at some farm/ranch. Great ?sport? Don
Thanx, Mark, Don
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Author: Brenda Siewert
Date: 2007-06-28 16:11
The weekend we moved into our house I noticed a terrible odor just outside the back door. It was a dead mama possum who had crawled just under the house and given birth to about 12 babies. Babies were fine, mama wasn't. Sometimes I can still smell it. Disgusting. Now our Siberian Husky catches them and eats them before they get a chance to die of natural causes.
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