Forgive the derail but just remembered more about that possum deal.
Many years ago, and me being single, living alone. Asleep in bed and woke to hear all kinds of weird, creepy noises.Wouldn't stop. Said to cat, "CAT....cut it out. WTF. CAT"
Roll over to see cat right next to me, looking at me. And still --weird noises. So I do that thing that everyone says only stupid as shit people would do in horror movies, but never in real life: Investigate. Eventually locate possum in the bathroom, INSIDE the stand-alone, enclosed shower.
Call 311. They're on it. Wait. Two very bored cops heard the dispatch and decide to stop by my house to make sure Everything Is Under Control (TM). I let them in. I say, possum's in there (door's closed). Do you want to look? Nah, we're good. Come on, I say, he's right there. NOPE NAH...uh uh. These dudes were certifiably scared. To look at a possum. I noted nervous, furtive behavior regarding that possum that would lead me to have reasonable suspicion to detain them, had the tables been turned. They assured themselves Everything Was Under Control, then they left.
The animal control worker showed up and was a tough as nails woman, who got the possum in a trap and headed out with him to Bastrop where his kinfolk might be waiting.
Moral: Animal Control > Cops [css]