Opossoms Galore
Monday night my mom stepped outside and heard a thump as something hopped over the fence. She investigated and assumed that it was only our dumb cat Pumpkin chasing a mouse. But then a small fuzzy thing caught her eye: a baby opossom, small enough to hold in your hand. She picked it up and looked in the yellow books for someone who could take care of the opossom, and we took the baby there. She said it was too young to be on it's own, so the 'opossom lady' said she would take care of it until it was old enough to be released to the wild.
Wednesday night we had been talking about the miniature fuzzy ball. Opossoms have no maternal instinct and do not take care of their young very well. The babies hang to the mother's back, but if they fall off, she basically says "Screw you, I'm outta here," in opossom language. Then we found another one.
Tonight as we were saying goodnight to a friend, we spotted one crawling around under our wooden outdoor table. It was all wet and it's very hungry, so we've assumed that the mother has been killed somewhere near our yard. That or she's a very bad mother.
Don't think it's happened to anyone, but that's the question I pose. Has it?