This morning the dog was barking at my trap. I’m trying to catch the bufo toad that I’ve been hearing in the corner of the back yard, but that’s not what I caught.

This baby possum got caught instead. She was not happy about it either. I propped the trap against my shed, undid the lock on the side that pointed to the fence, and in a short while, the trap was empty. I’m hoping she found her mom.  “Hi mom!  I’m home!”  I’m so glad I didn’t catch a rat. Those I have to relocate.

On another note, here is a picture of the neon tabs I have in the ground wrapped around my weave pole nails.  The first one is easy to see.  There are four of them.