The hell... the shit that makes people uncomfortable today is enraging. Bitch, the wolrd is about to burn... but that baby opossum, peacefully munching on his owner's food is so traumatic to you that you can *never go to an Arby's every again?!* I could sympathize if a fucking rat crawled out of the kitchen and jumped onto the table. That's vermin. This opossum is clearly a pet to this man. It looks clean and healthy, he probably takes good care of it, and it probably sticks close to him. Not bothering anybody... except he actually his because this snowflake is so fragile, his mere existence within the same space as her is distressing.