Many years ago, I once approached our front door in total darkness, and all of a sudden I'm being hissed at...HOLY EXPLETIVE, BATMAN!!!!!!!
Well, I couldn't just let it sit there...DWifey would freak if she even knew it was ever there in the first place.
I opened the garage door, grabbed a pair of thick leather work gloves, and one of a few of those empty 5 gal. plastic paint buckets with metal handles that we had. I used my flip phone for light, cornered it, scooped it up in the bucket and slapped the lid on. Then I ran like heck to drop it over the fence into the retention pond area nearby (it was on the bank and clear of any water...it only dropped about 6 ft.) over the fence. Heart racing...wasn't so much scared of the possum, just the surprise, and knowing that DWifey didn't need to know anything about this...