I’m an opossum — America’s misunderstood garden cleaner. I eat carrion, ticks, overripe fruit, and pests that no one else wants. But winter is brutal on me. I don’t hibernate. I just try to survive each night. A discarded Christmas tree gives me the shelter that modern yards have taken away: → A place to hide from dogs, coyotes & owls → Insulation during freezing rain → A warm spot where frost can’t reach my skin → A safe shelter while I scavenge at night Millions of Christmas trees are thrown o