the domestic sphere

my dalliances with all things domestic


playin' 'possum

Here's the little fella! He (or she) is still around. I actually talked to the Opossum Lady today -- after wading through an almost surreal phonetree. "If you are calling about a beached marine mammal, call SeaWorld... If you are calling about sick or injured songbirds, press 1, if you are calling about sea or water fowl, press 2.... if you are calling about an opossum, press 7 now...."

Finally got to the Opossum Lady who told me that the opossum was probably big enough to make it on his own, but that he probably didn't have much sense. The fact that he was sleeping all day out in plain sight was just because he hadn't really figured out the ways of opossums yet, and that come evening he would probably start moving around and that I could lay a little Hansel and Gretel trail of goodies to lead it out of the yard. If he really hadn't moved by night, they would send rescuers tomorrow.

It's evening now, and he's made his way out of the yard and in the driveway. Slowly. Opossums just don't do anything quickly! I'm hoping that now that I've shut the gate, he won't be smart enough to find his way back in.

posted by kristi at 5/22/2003 07:44:00 PM
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