I was like wtf? It's only 11am and I'm being woke up because someone needs a box? I rarely get to sleep late and I was enjoying it while I was able. I slowly dragged out of bed and staggered outside. Right there on the deck was two little baby possums. Like smaller than my hand possums. First thing I asked was "Where's the mamma?" I then heard a sad story about Casey and Kara riding the 4-wheeler behind the pond and Isaac the dog finding something, slinging it around and finally killing it. It was the Mamma. No, it wasn't "playing" dead. It was dead as a door knob. Casey saw the babies trying to climb trees when they finally got to where Isaac was slinging the Mamma around at. He couldn't leave them, so he brought them home. We waited an hour and went back to the dead mamma to see if any more babies had come back. They didn't. We also went back to check one more time this evening and still didn't see any other babies around. In between checking for babies, I looked on the interwebz for anything about orphan possum babies. I found lots of stuff but even though it's on the internet, it's not always true... or is it? Anyway, I read for about an hour then finally decided to call the local animal clinic to ask what I should do. It was simple. Keep them warm, feed them kitten formula and eventually introduce canned kitty food. I knew they liked cat food because there's a couple of possums that come eat with the cats sometimes. Also they told me to take them outside and teach them how to climb trees. Can you see my fatass out there climbing a tree and hollering for tiny possums to follow? Nahhh.. I know what they meant and it doesn't involve me doing any climbing at all. When they start weighing about 3 pounds, they should be fine to bring back to the woods and be able to take care of themselves. They like the kitty formula and have a few drinks from a medicine dropper every 2-3 hours. They have both been named 'Baby Possum'.
