This morning at work, we saw a baby possum walk past the front doors. At first we thought it might be the mouse, but seeing it closer it was definitely a baby possum. Oh my god was he cute. I don't like possum, they are kind of creepy, but this little guy was so cute. We expected to see the mother go by shortly after he waddled by.
Few minutes pass, we watch him trot around in the shrubs and then down the steps into the parking lot, around Guillermo's feet out by the cars and then back up onto the sidewalk. Like he was so lost. Then it occurred to me, this poor little guy probably lost his mom out on the street or something. Our building sits between a somewhat busy road and the freeway. And we see possum on the road dead all the time.
The little thing waddles off out of sight. I felt so bad for him I almost got a box to put him in. I don't know what the hell I would have done with him, but he looked so lost and scared.

Maybe about 2 minutes later, here he is along the front doors again. Looking closer we knew it wasn't the same baby, but another, slightly larger one. But still a baby. The mother surely would be around soon I thought.
We never saw the mother possum. Just the two lost little babies. Poor little things. I wish I could do something. I really don't think their mother was around. They both just wandered so lost. Like I said, I'm no fan of possum. To me they are just giant rats. But a baby is a baby. Possum or not. And seeing them lost made me so sad.