Leverage and the continuation Leverage: Redemption.

I’ve heard it both ways.

This is the one I had to transport back outside on a very noisy July 4th. The constant loud fireworks (most likely illegal) that lasted well past midnight must have been quite traumatizing.

The opossum I’ve had to remove from my house gently resisted being picked up and that’s it. I wore gardening gloves to avoid an accidental scratch and had my wife carry a box below it in case I lost my grip, but it was all unnecessary. The little guy/girl wasn’t too concerned about being carefully carried outdoors.

And yes, opossums are ABSOLUTELY adorable.

My parents had a zebra when I was in my teens. Northern California but born on a zebra farm in Texas.

I never got within 10 feet of that jumped up donkey, but got to be woken up by its braying every single morning. Only my dad was able to interact with it. I think it was traumatized by the 33 hour trip from Texas to us, but you never know.

Wow.

I’ve been lucky enough to interact with a rescue skunk. It was basically a disinterested cat… sniffed my hand a bit then wandered off.

The rescue possum was quite a bit more nervous. Oddly much more so than the one I had to remove from my house (got in through a previously unseen hole under my kitchen sink).

Spatula City!