I thought I was only one that liked possums

We raised several litters (or whatever a brood of possums is called) when I was a kid. Messy critters, but as Bill said, gentle. We had problems with them wasting at first. My mother came up the good the idea to feed them blood and bone meal. Jeeze O Pete, those things turned into monsters. The biggest, strongest possums I have ever seen. They were cute. When something would scare them they'd come sprinting in a lumbering run for you to protect them. When they're very small they like to root and cling to your hair. Pretty neat.
The one cool thing about raising a Raccoon is that they follow you where you go. I used to take ours for long walks to the creek to get him used to where he was going to be livng one day. He'd climb up a tree and get stuck and cry. i'd have to shimmy up and bring him down. We'd stretch out in a lawn chair in the shade with the summer breeze rolling in. He'd curl up next to me, and we'd snooze the afternoon away.
I'm not saying that animals should be handled as pets. These were not pets. They were always forced to go their own way once instinct started to kick in. Actually, they would come back from time to time. First out of fear, then they would wander back and look kind of confused. Nature had begun to wipe their memory of us. Finally, they stopped all together. Only nervous glowing eyes could be seen peering from the blackness, unsure if a safe handout was available. we rarely saw them again after that.
I understand that these few animals were endeared to our hearts, and many times under different circumstances these critters would be pests needing to be shot as to not ransack our homes or spread disease to other pets and people alike. However, raising these animals infused me with a compassion for them. The law of the jungle still stands, but I don't try to swerve and hit them with my car. Meanness is a totally human invention. I can appreciate them in the wild. I can chuckle at just how clever they can be. I can see them as real creatures just trying to get along like the rest of God's creations. If they can stay out of my trashcan, then they'll stay out of my gunsights.
Jake