Sparky is a baby possum. I wasn’t going to name him, but I took Laura to see him and she said, “Whatever you do, don’t name him, or you’ll be sad if he dies.” My brain immediately created the name Sparky because it hates me. I’m not certain that this wasn’t Laura’s plan all along.
Ilse and I first saw him Monday morning, around 8:30. He was walking around by an outdoor table at work. He was shaking, and looked pretty bad. We visited again that afternoon and gave him a fruit bar of some kind. He seemed to be in much better spirits. He was not shaking, hissed at Ilse and was running around in the bushes.
We saw him again today, and gave him some more food. We’ll see if he’s there tomorrow.
