Sep 05, 2007 11:47
Not so much for the weekend itself, which was fun in the typical upstate relaxing way, but because of yesterday...
Leaving the nasty little details out, I rescued 11 baby (just starting to get fur, eyes still closed) opossums from their dead mother. So I now have 11 baby opossums... My mother and Mary were with me and helped to take care of them on the drive down to NYC yesterday, but now I have 11 baby opossums in New York City... How the hell does this stuff happen to me? Well, all you can do is the right thing and move on. Apparently 'possums are hard to care for in this stage, so I've been calling around to dozens of numbers trying to find a wildlife rehabilitator that will take them. Not surprisingly there are very few in the city that do anything besides birds and squirrels. I do have a lead on a place on Long Island and up in Kingston. We'll see who ends up getting them.
I'll keep updating as this progresses...
WTF!?!?!?
EDIT: Anyone know where I can get Esbilac powder or Zoologic Milk Matrix in NYC? These things haven't eaten anything in nearly 24 hours. Though they seem to like pedialyte just fine.
opossums,
my life,
wtf,
tired