Mama possum's probably thinking to herself..."I just know out of 8 that one of them will still be on me when they're 30...help me, Lord."
About '73 one of the men on the road maintenance crew brought 2 back to the yard after they came across the dead mama and 2 little ones about the size of the ones in your video. I took them both home to raise until they were big enough to release.
The very first night before I could come up with a decent cage one got out from underneath the inverted laundry basket in the kitchen and wound up in the toilet in the bathroom down the hall where it drowned...not a good start.
The remaining one was raised for 6 months, was hand held, petted...quite friendly. He'd hiss and show his teeth but it was only a show, you could put your finger in his mouth and he wouldn't bite. He would spend hours grooming and cleaning, his ears and tail had no fur maybe so he could keep them cleaner, I dunno. He was actually quite sanitary in captivity.
He'd climb the drapes and peek over the curtain rod, his ears were sticking up but he thought you couldn't see him...he'd actually play a peek-a-boo game when you spotted him and spoke his name, "Pete".
He got as big as a house cat and was house-broken, he used a pad next to his dog crate. He'd run in/out of the crate but stayed indoors when we were home, we'd latch him in when gone.
Finally, in the fall we went camping south of Atlanta about 75 miles on a Federal game preserve and let him go one night. He'd walk about 10 feet, look back, walk about 15, look back and so on until out of sight. We spent the night there and he didn't come back....I think he liked his new home.
I've also raised baby squirrels and rabbits, the squirrel thrown out of the nest by the daddy and the rabbits brought home by a neighbor's dog...but in all honesty, the possum was probably the most memorable and entertaining.