I had a baby possum once. I found him tooling around at the edge of the woods, he didn’t seem afraid of me, and so I brought him home and kept him in my room until my mother saw him and started screaming. Mothers don’t understand some things.
My wife had a possum in her house, too, before we met. Her possum had babies. Right there in the house. She didn’t throw them out!
I really don’t know what was wrong with my mother that day. Must’ve been something she ate.
I know very little about them. I ca’t recall ever actually seeing one. They seem to have an appeal of their own, however.
Mostly they come out at night. You won’t find them in Arizona or Colorado, though.
OK, i’ll meet you halfway; how about New Mexico? 🙂
Outta luck there, too.
I didn’t think so.
I’m still under the spell of Byron’s baby picture. 🙂
Where I grew up in Missouri, there were quite a few, but I never had the
inclination to try to bring one home; not that I could have caught one
anyway, and I know I would not have been allowed to keep it if I did catch it. I always thought they were cute, though.
Parents are *always* not letting you keep the nice critters you bring home!
That’s true. They have a different agenda that the kids.
Wow, almost as cute as Byron!
But Byron has cuter cheeks. 🙂