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More Encounters With Common Wildlife

I saw a shrew! (Well, I'm pretty sure it was a shrew. Could have been a very small mole.)

I had just come out of the house to go sell some used books when I saw motion in the leaves. I took a few steps forward and beheld a small gray furry creature a little bigger than a large mouse (not quite the size of an adult rat, but significantly heftier than a field mouse.) It was sort of flat and shapeless in the body, with a pointy snout, short, naked tail and no visible eyes, and it did not move like I somehow expected a shrew to move. It was not spastic. It trundled through the leaves with a very deliberate sort of scurrying. It lumbered as well as something that weighs a few ounces at best can lumber. It was a small mammal with personal gravity. You could imagine it muttering to itself as it trundled, reciting its grocery list to itself or grumbling about the deplorable state of traffic in the leaves. This was a mammal on a mission.

From the way it moved, I'd intially thought it was a mole, but it seems unlikely above ground, and the field guide suggests that it was a Southern Short Tailed Shrew. Which is awesome! They secrete poison in their salivary glands! How cool is THAT?

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ursulav

More Encounters With Common Wildlife

I saw a shrew! (Well, I’m pretty sure it was a shrew. Could have been a very small mole.)

I had just come out of the house to go sell some used books when I saw motion in the leaves. I took a few steps forward and beheld a small gray furry creature a little bigger than a large mouse (not quite the size of an adult rat, but significantly heftier than a field mouse.) It was sort of flat and shapeless in the body, with a pointy snout, short, naked tail and no visible eyes, and it did not move like I somehow expected a shrew to move. It was not spastic. It trundled through the leaves with a very deliberate sort of scurrying. It lumbered as well as something that weighs a few ounces at best can lumber. It was a small mammal with personal gravity. You could imagine it muttering to itself as it trundled, reciting its grocery list to itself or grumbling about the deplorable state of traffic in the leaves. This was a mammal on a mission.

From the way it moved, I’d intially thought it was a mole, but it seems unlikely above ground, and the field guide suggests that it was a Southern Short Tailed Shrew. Which is awesome! They secrete poison in their salivary glands! How cool is THAT?

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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Took a nap. Had a bizarre dream that was shot almost exactly like a computer game. It was a sort of mobeius strip design, like all those old Sierra games--you started at the top, outside, and went into this mountain full of old mine shafts, bridges, weird bolt holes, etc. Heat poured out of one hole, which was built like an old adobe oven, only bottomless. I fell down it. That hole turned out to go to hell, and I had to restore my game.
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Took a nap. Had a bizarre dream that was shot almost exactly like a computer game. It was a sort of mobeius strip design, like all those old Sierra games–you started at the top, outside, and went into this mountain full of old mine shafts, bridges, weird bolt holes, etc. Heat poured out of one hole, which was built like an old adobe oven, only bottomless. I fell down it. That hole turned out to go to hell, and I had to restore my game.

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Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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Slice of Life (again)

Me: "I've figured it out! I have an amphibian defense mechanism. When threatened, I pee in terror and hope the predator will drop me!"

James: "Classy."

The conversation that lead to this involved an undead mime Andy Kaufmann covered in centipedes, and how we got there, I still don't know.

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ursulav

Slice of Life (again)

Me: “I’ve figured it out! I have an amphibian defense mechanism. When threatened, I pee in terror and hope the predator will drop me!”

James: “Classy.”

The conversation that lead to this involved an undead mime Andy Kaufmann covered in centipedes, and how we got there, I still don’t know.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.