Opossum update

Animal control called me, and after several minutes of confusion ("Where's the animal? Where are you?"), I met the officer and led him to the wounded creature. He snared the little guy, who put up no fight whatsoever. I asked if he'd be put to sleep, and the man answered matter-of-factly, "yes ma'am." He loosened the vice for a moment, and the animal lay perfectly still. I asked whether euthanasia might not be needed, as the creature seemed already dead. "Nope," the officer replied, "He's just playin' possum." Then, with the wounded party in tow, he drove away. May you rest in peace, opossum.