They're one of the few animals I'll swerve to hit. Gawd I hate them. On occasion I run across the full grown live ones. I generally hit them in the punkin' haid with a shovel. For a while I draped them over the back fence, hoping a local 'yote or other scavenger would score them. But then I discovered they wake up after playing possum and waddle away, only to tear into my garbage again.
So I invented a new game. After I wallop them on the noggin, I use the shovel to carry them out front to the state highway. Then after careful measurements, I deposit them right were a passing semi, or city bus will surely flatten them. Then in the morning I discover if they woke up in time to escape the intended fate, or if they become one with the pavement. Experience has shown its better to deposit them about 20 feet up the road from my drive. That way I don't run over the remains when I back out.
For added amusement, other local scavengers sometimes get flattened trying to get a free meal off the squished one.
So how to dispose of the babies? Got a big fish hook? Go fishin' with them. Big Cat fish eat anything.
The best way I found was to put trap and mouse under water. They last about 20 seconds. I would think that it would work on baby possums, also.
