“In Finnish folklore, the northern lights are created when a mythical fox races across the Arctic tundra, its tail sweeping snow into the sky and setting it ablaze. Those glowing sparks, the story goes, become auroras — a legend reflected in the Finnish word revontulet, which literally translates to ‘fox fires.’”
For folks in the notes very upset that she only has two babies left: These baby possums are of dispersion size - they’re big enough to leave mom and fend for themselves. These two are just the ones who haven’t moved out yet.
Oh wow I had no idea they were so tiny when they left home! Our possums in Australia don’t have as many babies so they’re generally 1/3 to ½ the size of the mum when they get kicked out.
I would definitely assume a baby opossum was abandoned if I hadn’t been told otherwise.
Every year wildlife rehabs are delivered many perfectly healthy baby possums for this exact reason and generally, it means they get a little boost of assured safety, food, and hydration before being released. Imagine, you’re newly 18 and starting your adult life - you’re just kind of walking around, maybe on your way to community college or something, and a Kindly Cosmic Horror picks you up, carries you to a fancy hotel where you are given several really excellent meals and maybe receive a series of vaccinations, then you are dropped into a resource-rich area approximately nearby where the first Kindly Cosmic Horror picked you up. This is how life is for young Virginia possums every spring.
if i had a dick i would love to have a disappointing orgasm in the shower while thinking of something or someone that i felt i should not be thinking about & then stand under the water with my forehead against a wall watching the proof of my guilt & shame go down the drain
The insight I get into the female mind thanks to this website is amazing.
“In Finnish folklore, the northern lights are created when a mythical fox races across the Arctic tundra, its tail sweeping snow into the sky and setting it ablaze. Those glowing sparks, the story goes, become auroras — a legend reflected in the Finnish word revontulet, which literally translates to ‘fox fires.’”
