I've gotten soft in my old age, Ed. I used to pop them with a .22, but now I trap them and turn them loose on a dead end road about 1.5 miles away.
Good thing too, because my dad was complaining about a white baby possum living in the shop. Hadn't seen a white one before, so I decided to trap it. This is what I found:
She was about eight weeks old there. She's now twice that size and her markings have fully developed. She's a gorgeous fawn-point Thai. To an 82 y/o guy (my dad), I can see how she may have looked like a baby possum with that gray tail and ears, LOL. Someone lost an expensive kitten.
