Never though this would Happen!

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So that's a chinchilla! Looks like I'm going to make a fortune collecting pelts along the road - and the wife's going to get that chincilla fur coat after all
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You gotta get rid of that thing. My mother had one that was always after her chickens. Would even come out in the evening before it got dark. And if the chickens poked their heads through the fence to get grass on the other side that over sized rat was there in a second and would take the chickens head off!
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My mother had 4 dogs around and they didn't scare him off, so she had DH come over one night when the dogs had it cornored in a tree. He kept shooting the dumb thing with a BB gun. It got to dark to see it so we had to give up for the night. And that stupid animal showed up the next night!!

You should be able to go to your local humane society and rent a live trap. Then you could drive out of town and drop the things off if you don't want to kill it.
 
Here we can call animal control or the shelter, and ask to borrow a cage to trap a stray and turn it in (it's a week to borrow cage). Borrow one, dispatch the "chinchillia" and take back the empty trap.
 
When I was a teen I had to go out before school and pick up trash that something had scattered during the night. This went on for almost a week. It was really starting to make me mad cause the trash was gross and it would be all over the place. One night my boyfriend and I were on the back porch um. . . .star gazing and we hear a russle in the bushes and out waddles this possum. Click. This is whats been getting in the trash. Needless to say my boyfriend and I start throwing rocks at it. The possum retreats up a tree and I'm getting mad cause I can't hit it and I keep thinking about all the early morning trash pick up. I'm telling Tommy ( I married the boyfriend) that he throws like a girl when my PETA card carrying neighbor comes bursting out her sliding glass door screaming "That's not a rodent it's a marsupial" I thought she was going to have a stroke. She kept screaming "IT'S A MARSUPIAL" "IT HAS A POUCH" "IT"S NOT A RODENT" "IT'S A MARSUPIAL" She had been feeding the thing! I guess my point is once they become a problem then I don't care if its a marsupial or a rodent I think you should be able to get rid of it. Oh and try not to let your neighbors see you do it they may have a thing for pouches.
 

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