Running Randall

Joey and I recently had the pleasure of loaning out garage space to a fuzzy fella. We have decided to name "Running Randall" (actually Joey came up with the name). We kept finding weird things happening in our garage. We do vending and so we have a box of pastries (has donuts, cupcakes, zingers..ect), well when we went to get some of the pastries out we noticed that we had a couple packages of donuts that were open. The first package was crumb donuts (yummy!), and they only had a few nibbles out of them. The second package was powdered and they had like 3 donuts missing. Joey asked if I knew what the deal was and of course I had no idea. Joey then said that he kept finding stuff knocked off the shelves in our garage. And it was stuff that was on shelves really high up on the wall. Obviously we were baffled.. but we had no other reason to suspect a mammal friend visiting us and shacking in the garage. THEN.. on Saturday night we were hosting a Reid Shindig and Joey went to the garage to grab something and he saw an animal run across the garage. First and foremost we had to make sure it wasn't our first fuzzy child- The Son Bun. Thank goodness it wasn't, I would feel awful if he was stuck out in our garage. So.. we looked all over our garage and couldn't find this little critter. Important to note though- our garage is organized and recently cleaned, but still very very jammed full of stuff due to Joeys business. We kept hitting things on the walls hoping that this intruder would show his/her face- but no luck. Later on at like 2am Joey went to the garage and saw a possum run across the floor and vanish. We again looked very hard for him/her- but still no luck. This little turkey was probably "playing possum". What a little jokester this little animal is! Sunday my mom and step dad David come over- David used to be an animal control officer and this certainly wasn't his first rodeo when it came to getting a possum. However- Joey and David had the same issue that we had already had, this possum was playing dead somewhere and was no where to be found. We decided setting a trap would be the best way to hopefully catch this furry friend (even though Randall had it pretty good in the garage- plenty of food, space and privacy). Joey set the trap late in the evening and I had to go to work. Later, when I talked to Joey he informed me that we only had "one fuzzy guy living at our house now". Apparently Joey had went to grab something from the garage and Randall was caught red handed hiding behind the box Joey needed to get into. Randall got a little spooked and tried to run but was partially paralyzed from the fear of Joeys big muscles and the fact that he was holding cat tongs (which are similar to the old people grabbers). Joey grabbed Randall under the armpits with the tongs and carried him to the street as quickly as possible. Joey said Randall looked pretty scared and hissed a couple times. As soon as he let Randall go he ran rather quickly down the street. Poor Randall, but we just have too much stuff in the garage to let him permanently shack up out there. Here are a couple pics of cute little possums- the first is my favorite. I love how the babies are just holding on to their mother for dear life! I also love how Joey has just as soft of a heart for animals as I do- I think I picked a pretty great husband!!