The possums were still there this morning. So we had to call the guy in the yellow truck.
He went into the garage and closed the door to prevent desperate escapes. He was in there for a while. Toward the end, I heard thumps and thuds.
Then the garage door opened. Some of the little ones, it turned out, gave him a run for his money, and some of that non-car stuff in the garage toppled.
But we think he got them all.
Bye, o possums. You'll be happier in the woods. Really.