My first kill was on a dirt road. I ran over him with my 6,900 pound '72 Blazer. He wasn't dead, so I shot him with my P228... 13 times, and he still wasn't dead. So I backed over him and spun out on him. I figured he was dead after that.
Next, one was on the back porch and when I went out to shoo him away he hissed at me. BIG mistake. I found out just how lethal a 2x4 was that night. It looked like a horror movie on the back porch.
Once my dog had been let out to water the lawn, and I was waiting at the door, and saw her coming with something. When she got close ,I saw she was carrying a possum by the neck. It was paying dead. I made her drop it and get inside. I turned around and it was trotting down the driveway, so I let me dog back out, and as she jumped it, it rolled over dead again. So I let her play with it a bit.