So we staged an intervention. It was either relocation or...I don't even want to think about the alternatives that Tim had running through his mind.
On Monday morning when Tim fished the possum (and his poop) out of the pool and he was all sad and cold and scared and tired from swimming all night, we put a cage over him. I know, this sounds crazy.
The trap.
When he was dried off and feeling rested and recovered (i.e. feisty) we transferred him to a pillow case. And rode him on the bike down the street to the wildlife refuge.
The release.
Eventually he let go of the pillow case with his teeth and claws and crawled away to find a new home.
Enough about possums. On to Christmas!

2 comments:
Poor little possum! Was he still on the bike ride? Or did people think you had kidnapped a child!?
lol - what an inspirational story! And how nice that the pooping possum practically painlessly parlayed his pool preference into a perfect placement at the preserve. Glad you're all having fun! <3!
Season's Greeting - wishing you peace, joy and more love than you ever had before!
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