When it was my birthday and I went to close up the coop, a possum cornered me. Screaming and yelling, I was trapped. I thought it was going to attack me any second, and I had nothing but a flash light to defend myself. I knew I could not throw the flash light at it, because then I would be at a disadvantage when it attacks me, as it probably has better night vision than me. Luckily, it did not attack. I finally got mad at it and started yelling at it, so it hid under the nest boxes. I got dad, dad got a gun, and needless to say, the possum is no more. I like EVERY other animal, including snakes and spiders, but I HATE possums. Now yet ANOTHER possum has taken it's place. On the night before thanksgiving, I went to the coop and thought I heard something. I suddenly had a bad feeling about the chicken coop area and turned back to get dad, as there is a skunk that comes around occasionally. Then I saw that it was a possum. I then became very, very, mad and calling it a 'Stinky dirty rotton possum' and telling it to 'SKAT! SCAT! THIS IS MY COOP!' It, of course, then turned tail and ran. Now I think it came back AGAIN- I had the same bad feeling and heard rustling in the grass, rustling that the wind was not making. Did I mention that I Hate possums?