Ran across Pogo here while clearing out a brushpile on the edge of the woods yesterday. Like the only other possum I’ve ever picked up, he froze up as soon as I got a grip on the back of his neck. That’s 2 data points–enough of a trend to get me severly bitten one of these days.
Scotty M was quite enthused at his interaction with North America’s only marsupial. I was going to let him touch the tail, but SW forbid it.
We let Pogo go afterwards. Ngnat and Scotty trundled valiantly after him until he found refuge–in the swamp, of course.
