Mom: Went hunting under my house last night, look what I caught.
Mom: It has been living in my cold air return of the duct work under the house. Had to reset the trap. I think there is a mate.
Me: Uh oh. Well, good luck.
Mom: Want to come to dinner for some good stew? Meat is free.
Me: Eww! Lol you couldn't get me to eat that disease carrier. lol
Mom: Oh come on now, he is trailer park raised. Cleanest creature of the land.
Me: Lol I don't think so. Call me when you get some 'coon and we'll talk.
Mom: Okay, maybe next season.
Me: Trailer park raised. Is that like free range in hillbilly speak?
See here's the thing about Mom...She is deffinately a city girl. However she picked up some hillbilly somewhere along the way. I mean real actuall hillbilly.
I remember one time in elementary school the kids on my street and I went to the bus stop one morning to find a opossum that had been hit by a car. This particular critter, understandably, was just hissing and spitting at all of us. Reall if I had been hit by a car I would too. Who could blame it? But I ran home real quick and got my mom. The woman didn't even blink an eye. She went into her room, grabbed her pistol, walked down to the bus stop and, without even a moments hesitation, shot the thing square in the head. After picking it up, by the tail, and turning to go home, she threw over her shoulder, "Now go to school!"
This is the same woman who has made squirrel and rabbit stew out of the neighborhood critters because, well, as stated above, free meat.
Yep my mom is deffinately the one who would see a opossum and first thought be, "Hey! we should make stew" and come up with trailer park raised. And, yes, she does in fact live in a trailer park. Same one I used to live in. Every good hillbilly has to live in a trailer and eat opossum. Right?!?!