ABSTRACT
“When I was a kid living on the farm, I woke up one morning to a weird sound, almost like a baby crying. I went outside, and in the yard was an opossum, lying there crying and gasping for breath. He had a broken bottle around his neck that was choking him. He must have gotten it stuck around his neck when he was young, and as he grew it eventually began to choke him. So I got a towel and wrapped him in it so he wouldn’t bite me, and he went limp and unconscious. I cracked the bottleneck with a hammer, unwrapped him, and he just lay there for a few minutes. Then he began to shake all over on the ground, and after about a minute, got up and staggered off.”
