Dear Possums,
While I admire your tenacity at trying to reach my compost pile, I would really appreciate it if you could migrate elsewhere. I'm tired of my husband having to get up in the middle of the night to grab a flashlight and shoo you out of the trees in the backyard.
Most recently I have noticed that you presence has create quite a difference in our household. I am now finding pellet gun ammunition everywhere. I'm talking the dryer, the end table in the living room etc. This is making for a not cool experience, and I'm ready for it to end. Please leave.
Cordially,
Sleepy
PS. I know that my husband is out of town, and technically I don't know how to use the pellet gun - but don't think I won't figure it out if I have to!
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