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.