After a few days, I got the grabber and removed the cleaned, but soggy from dew paper plates and bowl, and again reset the trap but put in no bait.
This morning, when I went out at 7 to place the cat food in the feed pan and turkey roaster, the closed door growled at me. The kittens are getting hoarse, I thought, then walked over to the side so I could see what was hidden by the trap door. A possum, the spreader of a dread disease that kills horses over a two year period.
MS showed up to dispose of it. He moved the crate away from the house, and put a bullet in its eye, but after five minutes, it was still standing (I was reminded of a newsreal I saw as a child where beheaded chickens raced around a farmyard until the children caught and began plucking them. A second attempt evidently richocheted off, but the third one did the trick.
I remember Debut and Raven, both wasting away after catching the disease the possums carry. I still have five left and would rather have them die of old age.