There’s a wallaby on the loose in San Antonio. True story.
Next, a woman called in, admirably not panicking. She woke
up with a big ol' juvi ‘possum sleeping next to her. He snuck in from the cold
through a construction entrance, and thought her bed looked cozy!
Hotline wrapped up for the day, I transferred night phones
to the hospital emergency line, and a friend and I went to pick up a fox in a
box. Neither of us had had dinner, so we stopped on the road on the way to buy
fresh kolaches. Arriving at the pickup site, we found a cardboard box perched
on the edge of a sink, a heat pad plugged in underneath. The fox kit was so
small, the people who brought him in thought he was a feline kitten. He did his
level best to growl at us, fierce as a six inch long fox can be.
After we got back to the rescue, I still had 30 or so 5
gallon buckets from feed-out to scrub. And so, at 9 pm under a full sky of
stars and rising tornado winds, I was out on a concrete slab with a hose, a jug
of soap, and a huge stack of stained white buckets.
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