Don’t Ever Try to Mother a Possum
Latest update: Possum Lovers -Before you read this, read my apology here! Yes, a marsupial!!
Update: Arrived home today to find a big old dead possum greeting me at the end of my driveway in the street. It was lying face up, with it’s long rat-like tail between it’s legs spread wide open, and it’s mouth agape, with those ugly teeth showing. Normally this would send me into tears to see a dead animal. But not this time. I just want someone to remove it as quickly as possible, and that will not be me.
Why wasn’t I upset? – Read my original Possum blog below:
Have I ever expressed my absolute revulsion and fear of rodents? Well, for me it is pretty intense, ranking right up there with similar feelings for cockroaches, other ugly bugs, and snakes.
This is probably strange coming from a girl who has a deep passionate love and soft spot for pets and animals of all kinds and who even had hamsters growing up. This is the thing though about hamsters. They don’t have rodent long slimy tails, they have nubs. So they look like miniature chipmunks or bunny rabbits with short ears. Very un-rodent-like. On the other hand, I would have never adopted a gerbil, because THEY resemble a rodent.
So at any rate, we have all kinds of nature converging in our small backyard. We have hummingbirds, raccoons, possums, cardinals, frogs, lizards, water beetles that like to congregate in my pool, (remind me to repost my blog “Swimming with the Beetles/Beatles) an occasional hawk, butterflies, and other assorted life forms. In fact, I am like the Snow White poster where all the little animals surround her – despite it’s smallish size, the animals are magnetically drawn to our yard.
It’s been fascinating to watch, especially when a random animal finds itself stuck in our pool. We have fished out several critters.
On a day last week, my husband found a baby possum swimming in our pool, trying to get out for dear life.
Possums LOVE our neighborhood and we get them around the house all the time. I hate the possums in our backyard, mostly because they are UGLY large RODENTS with long slimy rodent tails and beady eyes. I scream and run as far away from the possums whenever they appear, but my husband gets a kick out of them.
“He/She was crying (hissing)” my husband said. So he runs back to the Internet to look up “orphaned shivering baby possum.” The instructions said that before you do a rescue or call animal services, to get the body temperature up, otherwise the baby will die.
The possibility of the baby suffering deathly consequences for taking a swim in our pool did not sit well with my soft-hearted husband. He read that you wrap the possum in a towel, and hold it to your body to restore it’s own body heat and then put it in a box with a heating pad.
So he set out to rescue this baby possum. He brought a towel outside and wrapped the baby possum up and put it close to his body. That’s when the baby possum, who had been hissing, took it’s adult-like razor-sharp teeth and decided to bite my husband.
The towel shielded my husband’s finger from the bite to the point where it didn’t break his skin, but I think he finally figured out that he too should feel the same way about possums, even baby ones, as his wife does. He dropped the baby possum in the bushy area in the back screaming “You’re on your own, you little MOTHER F’ER. (my G rated blog can’t print the entire quote unfortunately)