One evening my farther was helping me carry a new picnic table into my backyard when I noticed a possum run from under my deck. Instantly I knew what was up, you see my wife had found a rabbits nest under the deck while doing some yard work and it had 5 babies in it and the possum had killed all 5 and was in the process of eating them when we scared it off. I was pissed to say the least and I knew the wife would be upset but that's the circle of life so we continued assembling the table when I here my father say It's back! as he reached for a broom. We made a plan to creep up on it from two sides and bludgeon it but when I came around the corner dad was in mid swing and when he connected he must of hit the ground first leaving him with a broken broomstick and a very pissed off possum snarling and showing teeth. Being a big strong marine he decided to disengage and fall back but in the process of running/retreating backwards he tripped on his ass with the possum in hot pursuit. seeing my dad on his butt and the giant rat steaming down on him i did what came to mind and that was to run and punt the beast as hard as I could, and I did, so well that it flew in a 10 foot arc landing right next to my dad's head and as he rolled over he was looking face to face with it and as he was covering up his face with his hands and log rolling away from it I again run full speed at it but this time instead of kicking it I drove my foot onto it's head 3 or 5 times maybe more. As I looked down on the carnage my farther put his hand on my shoulder and said You can stop now, He's dead. We laughed about that night for years when telling the story of the flying possum and my manor of dispatching it, It was coined The Possum Stomp. True story and I still get laughs to this day while telling it. Miss you Dad, Sempfi