Evening Adventure

Yesterday evening DH wanted ice cream. So off we went to the local DQ so he
can get his (pseudo) ice cream fix. We got to the end of our driveway, and
I was talking about how the creeping phlox we had planted there was doing
fairly well, and he was looking out his (driver's side/left side) window
looking at it before he pulled out into the road.

All of a sudden, he's throwing the car into park and yelling. And I'm
asking, "What? What?" while trying to get up high enough to see what he's
looking at through his window.

He opens his door, and points.

There, trying (and not doing a very good job of it) to hid in the phlox is a
baby opossum. I see his/her itty-bitty face peering out at us.

DH fears it is too close to the road, and may get squished, so (with my
urging) he picks it up and places it in the yard at the top of our retaining
wall (this retaining wall is at the front of our property, and the driveway
goes between it, the phlox I had planted is growing at the base of the wall
near the end of the driveway - little opossum was about 6-8 feet from our
very busy road, and extremely close to our tires as we drove past!).

It toddled off towards a nearby pine tree (blue spruce) and we got back in
the car and went off to get DH his fix of ice cream.

We got one block and decided to turn around and go back.

Baby Possum is where we left him, 1/2 way between retaining wall and pine
tree.

DH is asking what we should do.

I say just pick him up and hand him to me. I wrapped him(her?) up in the
tail of my T-shirt, and we stood there looking around for others, or
possibly Mama. Possum.

Nuttin.

Baby must have fallen off Mama before or after she crossed the road (baby
possums cling to Mama's back when she travels).

Baby is opening his mouth *wide* as a threat, and I occasionally hear an
itty-bitty hiss (like Mimi did when we first "rescued" her). He/she has got
a mouthful of teeth. But opossums are slow moving critters.

Cute li'l bugger, never mind the oversized jaws (making it look like a
crocodile with fur). He looked a lot like the three on this page:
http://theopossumpage.com/pagefinding.html

Anyway, we have no idea how to care for a baby opossum. Not to mention that
doing so without the proper licensing and permits is illegal.

So we look up our local wildlife rehab people - a non-profit called WildCare
http://www.wildcareinc.org/

It was after 8pm, so we weren't expecting a call back. In the meantime,
what were we to do with Baby? On the front porch, in a box with a lot of
paper towels for bedding, and a lid from a jar with water-soaked kitty
kibble.

With Baby all tucked in, and the phone set to forward to my cell phone, off
we went to get DH's ice cream fix. It being a balmy spring evening, the DQ
was (in the words of Kenny, Kyle, Eric and Stan) uber-busy. While we were
waiting in line, we get a call from WildCare.

It's almost 9pm, very dark out, and he agrees to meet us at their offices on
the other end of town in 1/2 an hour to 45 minutes.

They are very hard to find in the daytime, so needless to say we drove back
and forth, looking for the place. The wildlife rehab guy was very nice, and
said, yup - still a Baby - not quite ready to be on it's own, and that Mama
at least taught it something right the way he was threatening and hissing

Get home at around 10pm, DQ is now closed, and DH never did get his ice
cream fix!

But we did feel better for saving a baby opossum! And it ended up not being
a quite-so-nice night with heavy thunder storms and rain most of the night.

As of this writing, DH has still to have his ice cream!
--
The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde
in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep

On Wed, 25 Apr 2007 20:44:52 -0400, "Magic Mood Jeep"
yodeled:

Yesterday evening DH wanted ice cream. So off we went to the local DQ so he
can get his (pseudo) ice cream fix. We got to the end of our driveway, and
I was talking about how the creeping phlox we had planted there was doing
fairly well, and he was looking out his (driver's side/left side) window
looking at it before he pulled out into the road.

All of a sudden, he's throwing the car into park and yelling. And I'm
asking, "What? What?" while trying to get up high enough to see what he's
looking at through his window.

He opens his door, and points.

There, trying (and not doing a very good job of it) to hid in the phlox is a
baby opossum. I see his/her itty-bitty face peering out at us.

DH fears it is too close to the road, and may get squished, so (with my
urging) he picks it up and places it in the yard at the top of our retaining
wall (this retaining wall is at the front of our property, and the driveway
goes between it, the phlox I had planted is growing at the base of the wall
near the end of the driveway - little opossum was about 6-8 feet from our
very busy road, and extremely close to our tires as we drove past!).

It toddled off towards a nearby pine tree (blue spruce) and we got back in
the car and went off to get DH his fix of ice cream.

We got one block and decided to turn around and go back.

Baby Possum is where we left him, 1/2 way between retaining wall and pine
tree.

DH is asking what we should do.

I say just pick him up and hand him to me. I wrapped him(her?) up in the
tail of my T-shirt, and we stood there looking around for others, or
possibly Mama. Possum.

Nuttin.

Baby must have fallen off Mama before or after she crossed the road (baby
possums cling to Mama's back when she travels).

Baby is opening his mouth *wide* as a threat, and I occasionally hear an
itty-bitty hiss (like Mimi did when we first "rescued" her). He/she has got
a mouthful of teeth. But opossums are slow moving critters.

Cute li'l bugger, never mind the oversized jaws (making it look like a
crocodile with fur). He looked a lot like the three on this page:
http://theopossumpage.com/pagefinding.html

Anyway, we have no idea how to care for a baby opossum. Not to mention that
doing so without the proper licensing and permits is illegal.

So we look up our local wildlife rehab people - a non-profit called WildCare
http://www.wildcareinc.org/

It was after 8pm, so we weren't expecting a call back. In the meantime,
what were we to do with Baby? On the front porch, in a box with a lot of
paper towels for bedding, and a lid from a jar with water-soaked kitty
kibble.

With Baby all tucked in, and the phone set to forward to my cell phone, off
we went to get DH's ice cream fix. It being a balmy spring evening, the DQ
was (in the words of Kenny, Kyle, Eric and Stan) uber-busy. While we were
waiting in line, we get a call from WildCare.

It's almost 9pm, very dark out, and he agrees to meet us at their offices on
the other end of town in 1/2 an hour to 45 minutes.

They are very hard to find in the daytime, so needless to say we drove back
and forth, looking for the place. The wildlife rehab guy was very nice, and
said, yup - still a Baby - not quite ready to be on it's own, and that Mama
at least taught it something right the way he was threatening and hissing

Get home at around 10pm, DQ is now closed, and DH never did get his ice
cream fix!

But we did feel better for saving a baby opossum! And it ended up not being
a quite-so-nice night with heavy thunder storms and rain most of the night.

As of this writing, DH has still to have his ice cream!


Wow, what a story! Bless you for saving that leetle baby.

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

Make Levees, Not War

Magic Mood Jeep wrote:

[snip dramatic possum rescue story]

Get home at around 10pm, DQ is now closed, and DH never did get his ice
cream fix!

But we did feel better for saving a baby opossum! And it ended up not being
a quite-so-nice night with heavy thunder storms and rain most of the night.

Awww, good for you guys for saving the baby. He probably would not have
fared well in the storm, not to mention not having any protection or source
of food. Hope he does well at the Wildlife center! You have earned a few
more karma points.

As of this writing, DH has still to have his ice cream!

You have to have a rain-check date.

Joyce

God bless you. If it was a kitty you'd have another
addition to your clowder. God loves all his creatures.

Lily & her mama

--
Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time.

"Magic Mood Jeep" wrote in message
...
Yesterday evening DH wanted ice cream. So off we went to the local DQ so
he can get his (pseudo) ice cream fix. We got to the end of our driveway,
and I was talking about how the creeping phlox we had planted there was
doing fairly well, and he was looking out his (driver's side/left side)
window looking at it before he pulled out into the road.

All of a sudden, he's throwing the car into park and yelling. And I'm
asking, "What? What?" while trying to get up high enough to see what he's
looking at through his window.

He opens his door, and points.

There, trying (and not doing a very good job of it) to hid in the phlox is
a baby opossum. I see his/her itty-bitty face peering out at us.

DH fears it is too close to the road, and may get squished, so (with my
urging) he picks it up and places it in the yard at the top of our
retaining wall (this retaining wall is at the front of our property, and
the driveway goes between it, the phlox I had planted is growing at the
base of the wall near the end of the driveway - little opossum was about
6-8 feet from our very busy road, and extremely close to our tires as we
drove past!).

It toddled off towards a nearby pine tree (blue spruce) and we got back in
the car and went off to get DH his fix of ice cream.

We got one block and decided to turn around and go back.

Baby Possum is where we left him, 1/2 way between retaining wall and pine
tree.

DH is asking what we should do.

I say just pick him up and hand him to me. I wrapped him(her?) up in the
tail of my T-shirt, and we stood there looking around for others, or
possibly Mama. Possum.

Nuttin.

Baby must have fallen off Mama before or after she crossed the road (baby
possums cling to Mama's back when she travels).

Baby is opening his mouth *wide* as a threat, and I occasionally hear an
itty-bitty hiss (like Mimi did when we first "rescued" her). He/she has
got a mouthful of teeth. But opossums are slow moving critters.

Cute li'l bugger, never mind the oversized jaws (making it look like a
crocodile with fur). He looked a lot like the three on this page:
http://theopossumpage.com/pagefinding.html

Anyway, we have no idea how to care for a baby opossum. Not to mention
that doing so without the proper licensing and permits is illegal.

So we look up our local wildlife rehab people - a non-profit called
WildCare http://www.wildcareinc.org/

It was after 8pm, so we weren't expecting a call back. In the meantime,
what were we to do with Baby? On the front porch, in a box with a lot of
paper towels for bedding, and a lid from a jar with water-soaked kitty
kibble.

With Baby all tucked in, and the phone set to forward to my cell phone,
off we went to get DH's ice cream fix. It being a balmy spring evening,
the DQ was (in the words of Kenny, Kyle, Eric and Stan) uber-busy. While
we were waiting in line, we get a call from WildCare.

It's almost 9pm, very dark out, and he agrees to meet us at their offices
on the other end of town in 1/2 an hour to 45 minutes.

They are very hard to find in the daytime, so needless to say we drove
back and forth, looking for the place. The wildlife rehab guy was very
nice, and said, yup - still a Baby - not quite ready to be on it's own,
and that Mama at least taught it something right the way he was
threatening and hissing

Get home at around 10pm, DQ is now closed, and DH never did get his ice
cream fix!

But we did feel better for saving a baby opossum! And it ended up not
being a quite-so-nice night with heavy thunder storms and rain most of the
night.

As of this writing, DH has still to have his ice cream!
--
The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy
former-blonde
in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep

"Magic Mood Jeep" wrote in message
...
Yesterday evening DH wanted ice cream. So off we went to the local DQ so
he can get his (pseudo) ice cream fix. We got to the end of our driveway,
and I was talking about how the creeping phlox we had planted there was
doing fairly well, and he was looking out his (driver's side/left side)
window looking at it before he pulled out into the road.

All of a sudden, he's throwing the car into park and yelling. And I'm
asking, "What? What?" while trying to get up high enough to see what he's
looking at through his window.

He opens his door, and points.

There, trying (and not doing a very good job of it) to hid in the phlox is
a baby opossum. I see his/her itty-bitty face peering out at us.


In a year you will both remember the night of the baby possum. He would
have completely forgotten the ice cream in no time at all.

Sweet story.

Jo

Magic Mood Jeep wrote:
They are very hard to find in the daytime, so needless to say we drove
back and forth, looking for the place. The wildlife rehab guy was very
nice, and said, yup - still a Baby - not quite ready to be on it's own,
and that Mama at least taught it something right the way he was
threatening and hissing

Aww, so glad you saved the wee mite. Purrs that he is rehabbed and
returned to his natural habitat when the time is ripe. Purrs for DH's
ice cream tooth.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban

How wonderful! Another saved life.
I am so glad there are people in this world who act responsible.


Love
Bettina

On Wed, 25 Apr 2007 20:44:52 -0400, "Magic Mood Jeep"
wrote:


Get home at around 10pm, DQ is now closed, and DH never did get his ice
cream fix!

But we did feel better for saving a baby opossum! And it ended up not being
a quite-so-nice night with heavy thunder storms and rain most of the night.

As of this writing, DH has still to have his ice cream!

Awwies... good for you for saving the lil baby opossum... I'm sure the
good karma ensueing is worth the loss of your icecream.

Magic Mood Jeep wrote:
So we look up our local wildlife rehab people - a non-profit called
WildCare http://www.wildcareinc.org/

It was after 8pm, so we weren't expecting a call back. In the
meantime, what were we to do with Baby? On the front porch, in a box
with a lot of paper towels for bedding, and a lid from a jar with
water-soaked kitty kibble.

With Baby all tucked in, and the phone set to forward to my cell
phone, off we went to get DH's ice cream fix. It being a balmy
spring evening, the DQ was (in the words of Kenny, Kyle, Eric and
Stan) uber-busy. While we were waiting in line, we get a call from
WildCare.

It's almost 9pm, very dark out, and he agrees to meet us at their
offices on the other end of town in 1/2 an hour to 45 minutes.

They are very hard to find in the daytime, so needless to say we
drove back and forth, looking for the place. The wildlife rehab guy
was very nice, and said, yup - still a Baby - not quite ready to be
on it's own, and that Mama at least taught it something right the way
he was threatening and hissing

Get home at around 10pm, DQ is now closed, and DH never did get his
ice cream fix!

But we did feel better for saving a baby opossum! And it ended up
not being a quite-so-nice night with heavy thunder storms and rain
most of the night.

As of this writing, DH has still to have his ice cream!

Purrs for your saving the baby opossum! And purrs Rob got his DQ ice cream
the next day

Jill

Magic Mood Jeep wrote:

Yesterday evening DH wanted ice cream. So off we went to the local DQ
so he can get his (pseudo) ice cream fix. We got to the end of our
driveway, and I was talking about how the creeping phlox we had planted
there was doing fairly well, and he was looking out his (driver's
side/left side) window looking at it before he pulled out into the road.

All of a sudden, he's throwing the car into park and yelling. And I'm
asking, "What? What?" while trying to get up high enough to see what
he's looking at through his window.

He opens his door, and points.

There, trying (and not doing a very good job of it) to hid in the phlox
is a baby opossum. I see his/her itty-bitty face peering out at us.
snip
But we did feel better for saving a baby opossum! And it ended up not
being a quite-so-nice night with heavy thunder storms and rain most of
the night.

As of this writing, DH has still to have his ice cream!
--
The ONE and ONLY
lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy
former-blonde
in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep

Thank you so much for saving the baby opossum!
Best wishes,
Polonca and Soncek