So after four nights of trying I finally out smarted the marsupial in question. I don’t think he was too happy about it, but hey life is full of disappointments, even for opossums. Thankfully I found a home for him (I’m calling him a him. I have no idea how to sex a opossum, and him is correct grammatically [yes in a very patriarchal way]). So thanks to Sherry for providing him fresh garbage compost and a yard that should be suitable. On a side note if you look at the pictures closely you will see that Asheville City Council candidate Gordon Smith seems to have already locked up the caged marsupial vote (Dear Carl Mumpower I am sure the rabid raccoon vote is yours for the taking).
godspeed, Fred (I named him Fred).
Nice Marmot 