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well it really was not little, def an adult, but I always thought they were cute. Once when I was 13 someone came to me and said there was a hurt possum. (I was at boarding school at the time) anyway being the go-to girl for any wounded animal I went to see. I forgot (being a city girl) that they play dead sometimes when scared and I picked it up and carried it around like a baby all day. I put it in a box later with food and water. it was very sluggish and seemed sweet.
Well the next day when I woke up and went to check on it it snarled at me and was clearly not sick and very mad. I let it go and realized how lucky I was that it never bit or hurt me.
well it really was not little, def an adult, but I always thought they were cute. Once when I was 13 someone came to me and said there was a hurt possum. (I was at boarding school at the time) anyway being the go-to girl for any wounded animal I went to see. I forgot (being a city girl) that they play dead sometimes when scared and I picked it up and carried it around like a baby all day. I put it in a box later with food and water. it was very sluggish and seemed sweet.
Well the next day when I woke up and went to check on it it snarled at me and was clearly not sick and very mad. I let it go and realized how lucky I was that it never bit or hurt me.