I've known Wilma since 2014. When we first met, he was on death's door, suffering from mange.

 

Today, he is a happy, healthy, mange-free wombat. We still see each other once a week, and sometimes he even blesses my driveway with a poop delivery or two. Yay Wilma.

Frank the Girlboss was almost totally blind and deaf in December of 2022.

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After a few months of breaking my net and vanishing into thin air, she eventually agreed to finish her full course of mange treatment. She's been slaying ever since.

I spent two hours sneaking up on Willow in the middle of the night for her first treatment. She was not pleased.

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Willow's fighting spirit helped her recover in record time. I've never seen a wombat defeat mange as quickly as she did.

Esh was found emaciated on the side of the road. He was starving and riddled with mange. 

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Esh's recovery is a shining example of the resilience of wombats. Today, he is plump, mange-free, and stays well away from the roadside.