RJ was late to work Monday - he was rescuing baby possums. Driving down the road, he saw a grown up possum smashed on the side of the road and noticed little balls of fur moving around it. He pulled over and got out - and saw they were babies. 2 of them were for sure alive and maybe one more...it wasn't moving much, but it *is* a possum, so maybe it was playing dead - LOL. Great. What to do. I think possums are so ugly they creep me out, but RJ insists that even a baby possum is cute. So, he gets on his iPhone and rather quickly finds an animal rescue website and finds a local woman who is...get this...licensed! to take possums. Licensed. Who knew you needed a license? Anyway, she tells him to bring them to her, so he puts the 2 live possums and the 1 questionable possum in a box and drives about 20 miles to her house. She says they do better in pairs and these look good, so the 2 will probably live. The 1 - she'll bury for him. I've been calling RJ "Diego" ever since.
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rachel saw her first possum running across the road the day or day after you posted this.
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