On a slow Sunday evening, my dad managed to drag me out of the house to go for a walk in the neighborhood. As we walked, I happened to bring up the topic of wild animals, and how we never saw any in the suburban areas. So of course, immediately after I said that, I nearly tripped over a baby opossum next to the sidewalk. The poor thing was shivering in cold and fear, and seemed pretty helpless and alone so we decided to help it out.
For the night, we put it in a shoebox with a heat lamp, and it was able to survive until the morning. We gave it some food, but we later learned it was still too young to even eat solid foods. The next day, we took the opossum, who we named Marty, after Marty McFly for no particular reason, to the Lindsay Wildlife Museum. Marty will be cared for there until he’s old enough to go off on his own, and then release him at the spot where we found him.
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