it's possum time!

I walked home after donating blood to muster up the will and strength to walk to Lucky's to buy a Vogue (because I love the age issue!). On the way there, I saw two of my friends calling to each other over some sort of animal lying on the street. There was also a man waving traffic by some white fluffy thing.

It was a white opossum...well, not completely white because it had some skid marks on it's butt.

So the man had been watching the poor possum for three hours, calling animal control and ushering traffic by. My friends ran to church to get a box to get the creature out of the road. Upon getting the box, I borrow a broom from a parked truck (sorry, whoever parks their truck on 17th and 3rd, your broom is no longer vegan), hand it to another dude that has stopped to help, and they push the possum into the box.
The two guys lift the box and pour the possum over a fence to keep it from getting back into the street.
"There," one of them says, "Now it can die there on its own...I don't think it can get out."
It is then that I exclaim, "Someone is watching us!" to which the other guy says, "Oh, shit! I totally didn't think of that!"
So I call up to the lighted window, "Hey there, we just threw a possum in your front yard!"
Then to our rescue team: "Um, bye, guys!"

...then we all scattered.