I was sitting in the car yesterday, in our driveway, in a violent storm that had made me take a u-turn on 107th Avenue, and go home to wait it out. As it let up, I saw the mama 'possum cross the street into our yard, go along the fence to the gate, fumble along the base of the gate until she found the right place, and squeeze under it. I phoned J to tell him to look out back for her.
She went to the back fence, J reported later, came back around the shed and went into the back hibiscus hedge. She must have moved her family from the roof drip line in the front to the lowest, most water retaining area in back.
I wish I could leave her a note of condolence. She needs a FEMA trailer.