My dogs wrestled a momma opposum to the death under our backyard shed. It seems, though, the momma had a million babies in tow that have been coming out from under the shed. The first day the little ones started to emerge, the dogs killed most of them. We were able to "rescue" two of them that a friend of mine took home with her. Well, I thought all was finished until a few days ago when another baby was being tormented by Lightning McQueen and we rescued it. I called my friend up thinking surely she would want one more, but NO! Her husband had not been happy with the first two she brought home and she didn't think it'd be a good idea to add to her small brood. Unfortunately, I have a big heart and I just couldn't call the city to pick this little guy up to be gassed and thrown away like trash. I KNOW these critters carry disease, are pests, and all in all gross people out, but this guy was so small and helpless. Anyway, I've become attached...to an opossum...or he has become attached to me--either way, I have a problem. I don't want a pet possum (I know it's opossum, but I'm tired of typing that). But, I don't want to kill this little guy or give him to someone who will. I called a couple of wildlife rescues--they think I'm funny. Possums are one in a million and they simply don't care what I do with the guy. He's not big enough yet to find food on his own but as soon as he is, I think we're going to take him to a local park/nature trail and release him. Right now, we're feeding him grapes, bread, etc and hoping he survives. 
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