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What is that smell?????
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The last day or so I had a smell coming from my 95 Chevy Truck and couldn't figure it out till today. It smelled like something died, like I hit something, but it didn't go away. I thought maybe it was the typical Chevy smell,lol, until I opened the hood and found this. Pictures explain it all.


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my current rides
1973 Mustang Coupe
1989 Mercury Cougar XR7
1973 Mercury XR7 Cougar Convertible(sold)
1966 Mercury Comet 202
1985 F150 4x4
1962 Ford Fairlane 500
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#2
It may be an omen of things to come, it is a Chevy. What is the "optional hood blanket" really? Chuck
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#3
What is that? A cat? Nasty!!!! And to think the engine fan with warm temps didn't do anything to help you look cool or smell good while at the stop light rofl Talk about Kodak moment eh? For the cars next to you that is LOL! Serious, is that a rotting animal in your hood?
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WOW
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FasTnNefariouS;39603 Wrote:What is that? A cat? Nasty!!!! And to think the engine fan with warm temps didn't do anything to help you look cool or smell good while at the stop light rofl Talk about Kodak moment eh? For the cars next to you that is LOL! Serious, is that a rotting animal in your hood?

Not a cat, but yes that is a rotting squirrel, and I about lost it when I had to remove him.


my current rides
1973 Mustang Coupe
1989 Mercury Cougar XR7
1973 Mercury XR7 Cougar Convertible(sold)
1966 Mercury Comet 202
1985 F150 4x4
1962 Ford Fairlane 500
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#6
Poor Rocky! He must've had a heart attack when you started the engine Sad
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#7
It was bound to happen. Life just isn't worth living when your stuck in a Chevy!
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#8
LOL poor little squirrel.....
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#9
That's got their kin darn mad; they's comin' for ya!

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You know, coincidence can be quite strange. Within 15 minutes of posting the picture above I heard a thumping noise on the tin roof of my front porch. I run outside to see something furry jump from the porch roof and into my yucca plant. Turns out it was a Brushtail Possum staring back at me - first one I've seen in my neighbourhood in the 14 years I've been here (they're nocturnal so that probably not that surprising).

For the last six months every now and again I've heard bumping noises up in the roof - always sounded too big to be a rat so I just assumed it was the wind blowing something around up there, but now I'm pretty sure I know the real cause.

So not being a fan of having unsupervised marsupials roaming around in my roof I devised a cunning relocation plan. I went inside and grabbed an empty garbage bin, an old bean-bag and a broom, then proceeded to poke at the possum hoping it would drop into the bin. But the little blighter has was amounts to be four handsomely clawed hands, and not only wouldn't let go but climbed even higher out of reach of the broom.

So I went back inside and got some leather gardening gloves, went back out and stood on the hood of my Holden Commodore which is parked right below the yucca, reached up and grabbed Mr. Possum by the back legs as he tried to scamper higher. With a quick tug accompanied by a blood curdling squeal (the possum, not me) he was in my hands and then quickly into the bin with the bean-bag on top of the bin to prevent escape.

I loaded the bin into the Commodore and drove about three kilometers away, took the photo below, and released it into the bushland.

I do hope he/she wasn't looking after a family in my roof, guess time will tell about that one.

All the while I was catching the possum I was aware of the damage they can to with their claws. I know what damage they can cause because a bloke I used to work with once turned up at work with scratches and stitches across his face. What had happened was that he had been sent by our work up to the Northern Territory to work on some trucks. He was having a drink in the beer garden at one of the local pubs and there was a possum in the garden scavenging around. For some reason the possum got startled, and it is their instinct to run up the nearest tree. Apparently the possum mistook this bloke for a tree and climbed up the clothes on his body and reached the pinnacle of his head where it did a few panicked laps and scratched the living crap out of his face!

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