Page, the baby possum

Diana, one of the mothers of a boy at the school where I work, came up the stairs with her hands cupped over something small and furry. She was holding her hands out in front of her, saying, 'quick, I have to go', so I ended up the recipient of another wild creature.

It was a baby possum. I quickly emptied a photocopy paper box, crushed up some newspaper, wrapped him in some softer tissues and put him inside the box.

I called Wildlife people who said they will come at 7pm to collect him.


Poor baby. He's very cute. Tracey decided he should have a library name so he's called "Page the Possum'. Sweetie pie.