It wasn't really laundry day yesterday but Casey went into the laundry room to get her cats out of the garage. I don't know why she looked into the wash machine as she went through there but she let out a hollar. We both went running to see what got her in such a tizzy. I looked down into the bowl of the machine and there huddled in a little ball at the bottom, was a baby possum.
The poor little thing must have dropped off it's mother when she hopped up there to get away from the cats. It was pretending to be dead but occasionally would look up and then quickly down into it's dead pose. We immediately got an old Avon box with a lid and stuffed it with my old fuzzy pj top. I reached down into the machine with some oven mits on and picked up the tiny baby, then placing him into the box.
We have the possum lady on fast dial on the phone and we gave her a call. She was delighted to hear from us and said we could bring the little guy to her that very minute. So we hopped in the car, drove the familiar route to the possum lady's house and visited in her dining room, which is the baby possum room. She has incubators set up, scales for weighing the little guys and bins of various sizes for each stage of their growth. Then when they are big enough they graduate to the outside cages and finally...freedom.
The possum lady looked over our little guy and said that he was right on the cusp of being able to make it on his own in the wild. She is going to give him his antibiotics, deflea him (if necessary), feed him gourmet meals and in two weeks she will call us to come get him. We will release him in our own backyard which apparently is a possum friendly yard. There is tons of fallen fruit to eat, lots of slugs and snails, and many daytime hiding places to sleep in.