The Flower Bed Bandit – Part 2

Ms Alberta went home after the weekend. Miss Teri continued to sit on her front porch every morning before work for her coffee and to count her Naked Ladies. Ms Alberta was given an update on how many more lilies had come up over night.

One morning, when Miss Teri counted her Naked Ladies; there were fewer plants than there had been the day before. When she started looking to see what was going on; she found that in places there were bare spots where the Naked Ladies had been pulled out by the roots. “This is war!” she declared; no critter was going to steal her precious Naked Ladies.

For about a week Miss Teri tried various gentle traps to try to catch her Flower Bed Bandit. Miss Teri had a soft heart and didn’t really want to kill whatever was taking her Ladies; she just wanted the critter gone from her flower beds.

One morning Miss Teri was up a little earlier than usual. She and Mr. Barry decided they would go out and watch the sun come up while they had their coffee and a cigarette. Miss Teri had her coffee fixed sooner than Mr. Barry so she started out ahead of him to the front porch.

Miss Teri placed her coffee cup on the table between the two chairs on the front porch and as usual glanced over to count the Naked Ladies. Just as she glanced over she saw a critter in the middle of the Ladies with one of the plants hanging from its jaws. Miss Teri started screaming at the top of her lungs. She didn’t know what that critter was but he sure was bigger than she wanted to tackle!

Mr. Barry came running out the front door, saw the critter and started chasing it. Several times he could almost touch its tail; but it was a fast runner and ran for all it was worth across the road and into the drainage ditch in front of the church across the road.

Mr. Barry came back and sat down to catch his breath. When Miss Teri asked him what it was he told her he wasn’t real sure but he thought it had been a possum; but if it was it was the biggest possum he had ever seen.

That afternoon when Miss Teri came in from work, Mr. Barry told her she wouldn’t have to worry about her Flower Bed Bandit anymore. The possum had not been as quick running back across the road as he had been going and had been taken out by a car passing through.

Morale to the story – look both ways before crossing the street.