Tharmas
Veteran Member
The title of this thread is the title of a book I loved as a boy, although it was already a venerable classic back then. It’s by Ernest Thompson Seton (co-founder of the Boy Scouts) and was published in 1898.
I intend this thread to be for stories of wild (or wild-ish) animals.
For instance:
Two nights ago my wife was putting out the dogs to do their business before bed. Suddenly I heard her screaming at our big dog at the top of her lung. “SLUGGO NO NO STOP DROP IT!” It turned out Sluggo had caught an Opossum, or possum, on the driveway. My wife said it was dead, because it was just lying there in the driveway. But no, I said, it’s just playing possum. It will be gone in the morning, and sure enough it was.
It reminded me of the previous time our dogs had caught a possum. We thought it was dead and I threw it in the trashcan. The next day when I took out the trash and looked in the can, two beady little red eyes were staring at me. Sure enough, the possum was alive and well. I tipped the can to let it out and it went scurrying away.
“Playing possum” turns out to be a neat trick, and it works. They give off a noxious odor when “dead” and that seems to be what encourages the attacker to drop them and leave them alone.
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Incidentally I just got the book for my Kindle for free (had some credits with Amazon). I'll see if it's as good as I once thought.
I intend this thread to be for stories of wild (or wild-ish) animals.
For instance:
Two nights ago my wife was putting out the dogs to do their business before bed. Suddenly I heard her screaming at our big dog at the top of her lung. “SLUGGO NO NO STOP DROP IT!” It turned out Sluggo had caught an Opossum, or possum, on the driveway. My wife said it was dead, because it was just lying there in the driveway. But no, I said, it’s just playing possum. It will be gone in the morning, and sure enough it was.
It reminded me of the previous time our dogs had caught a possum. We thought it was dead and I threw it in the trashcan. The next day when I took out the trash and looked in the can, two beady little red eyes were staring at me. Sure enough, the possum was alive and well. I tipped the can to let it out and it went scurrying away.
“Playing possum” turns out to be a neat trick, and it works. They give off a noxious odor when “dead” and that seems to be what encourages the attacker to drop them and leave them alone.
[youtube]v=-XqF9-CMFQc[/youtube]
Incidentally I just got the book for my Kindle for free (had some credits with Amazon). I'll see if it's as good as I once thought.