Back when I was living in the apartment in Dogtown here in St. Louis, we had a possum move into the basement, and drop a litter. The landlord (about 24 apts in the building) liked to rent to college girls, and other "low impact" tenants, and some of them thought the possum babies were just SO cute...
Then the entire first floor in the back of the building (where she set up possum habitat) developed fleas...
And then I had the college girls knocking on my door, wondering if I could do anything about the critters. You see, I'd helped install better locks on the doors, etc., after an incident (Perd, Dick Ford's kid was a tenant, and painted the walls with one of the girls...), and they thought I could help. I told 'em that I could do that...
I didn't tell them that it involved a trenching tool and the dumpster.
So, got 'em down to pretty much just Mama Possum, and one of the gay guys from the back of the building is knocking on my fire escape door... They have Mama cornered, and she's in the ceiling over the laundry room.
I tell him that it's gonna be handled, and though for a moment... I went and got a Yugo Mauser that I had, along with a Mad Mike-sized bayonet. Walked downstairs, rounded the corner, and the dude saw that, his eyes rolled up, and he hit the floor in a dead faint. So, the rest of the crowd woke him up and took him upstairs, and told him that I was just going to prod her toward the door with my wall display.
With them gone, I ganked her and put her in the dumpster with a cardboard box on top.