I had a big huge possum in my backyard, who must have managed to squeeze thru the chainlink gate where the soil is eroding. I'd let my bantam teenagers out to play and was at the sink getting a drink of water when I see this huge possum in the middle of my yard, staring at my juvenile d'uccles who are standing there like idiots trying to decide if it's a bunny rabbit or something to be feared. So of course, I take off down the deck yelling and chuck a board at it, then it runs toward the fence, but is too big/stupid to crawl under it, so I managed to grab a small metal dog crate which I use for my pet bantam rooster to play in sometimes safely, I throw the cage at it which stuns it. Then I grab the same cage while it is stunned and pin it to the ground, and yell for my husband to grab the gun. He shoots the thing about 4 times (practice ammo) before it finally stops moving. I swear the predators are getting BOLD! I was really worried because my kids could have been playing in the yard and the thing had no fear. Now my kids believe me when I tell them I have reasons for not letting them play in the yard unsupervised, even with the fence. I take the predator issue for granted sometimes living in a subdivision. This thing weighed at least 10lbs. I also learned all about why you don't just toss it in the dumpster in a trash bag, when trash pick up is more than 3 days away. YUCK!!! We are STILL bleach soaking our trash can! Now I worry about coons. Those things are bold! I remember house sitting for my dad who lives in the country and hearing a racket in the sun room where the bird seed is kept-- and the little chihuahua was barking and growling. I opened the door and the chihuahua managed to scare off the big coon that had tore the storm window screen and climbed in to eat the bird seed out of the bag. Since then I think my dad has caught about 5 coons just as big in the live trap. I also learned this week that a fox got a rooster I'd sold earlier this year in broad daylight. At least he was protecting his girls, he was a good boy even if a little feisty. Is this the end of 'free range' without electric fences?