I had one get into my kitchen on July 4th, 2015 through a hitherto unknown hole under my kitchen sink.
Between the near endless fireworks, I kept hearing a scrabbling noise towards the front of the house… which was weird since my cats were downstairs. So I head towards the kitchen only to see this delightful fellow(ette) on my counter.
Gardening gloves and moving slowly got it back outside with no hissing, no playing dead and only a modicum of wiggling.
I had one get into my kitchen on July 4th, 2015 through a hitherto unknown hole under my kitchen sink.
Between the near endless fireworks, I kept hearing a scrabbling noise towards the front of the house… which was weird since my cats were downstairs. So I head towards the kitchen only to see this delightful fellow(ette) on my counter.
Gardening gloves and moving slowly got it back outside with no hissing, no playing dead and only a modicum of wiggling.
He just wanted some Muscle Milk.
That’s just what I need… an adorable yet terrifyingly jacked opossum who just wants to talk about his ‘sick gains, bro’.