I mentioned a few posts ago that my neighbor is our designated plated-possum population control ranger. Well, I was talking to him this evening and he told me he had pumped three 22 cal shots in one late last night. It ran a little ways, then fell over under a tree. He assumed it was dead.
He checked this morning, and it was gone.
Last year, he shot one through the back. It ran away and climbed in a ditch culvert. Neighbor assumed it would die too. Three weeks later, he shot one in his backyard. Lo and behold, it still had entrance and exit wounds in its back from the previous shooting 3 weeks back!
I've ran over them before and heard them skidding on the road as they hung up and bounced under my car. As I check my review mirror, I see them jump back up and take off running for cover.
Tuff critters! Still hate 'em though. They are an alien species to the south....but I guess they say the same thing about us.