"So I told Nick that Travis cleaned up the last one," Zelda tells me.
We live near a huge city park with mature trees. And wildlife. There are red-tailed hawks and sparrowhawks and songbirds of all kinds. Squirrels and chipmunks, of course. Mice, rabbits and rats, I'm sure (the hawks have to be feasting on something), but also possums and geese and ducks and raccoons. More impressively, a coyote and a family of red foxes.
Most of them stay tucked away across Grand, except the squirrels, of course, which are more of a fluid than a solid, skipping across tree limbs and roofs.
And the possums.
One lived in our basement for 6 months. Others sit on our fences and dumpsters, hissing at us with too many teeth as we hurry into our homes. With the squirrels, they account for the roadkill we see, too. The last one, the one Travis cleaned up, was in the heat of the summer (I think it was last year--it's not a massacre over here) and it was just as awful as you think it would be.
Nick took care of whatever this last one was. I guess Jake's turn is coming. Because I sure ain't doing it.
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Shouldn't the city be doing this? Is there a number to report it?
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