heroic efforts

I am crazy about animals, the only exception would be snakes. I can’t even talk about them anymore out of sheer terror. I am so guaranteed to have nightmares after mentioning them. Ugh, moving on. I’ve brought home many an animal to rescue...Like crazy animal lady and I have cried countless times over road kill. I feel like that weirdo-YouTube-cat-girl because I’m watering up just thinking about it. 

The other day while driving I notice the most precious, perfect baby beaver up the road. The only problem was that he was playing in the gravel and far, far away from the beaver pond by my house. Of course the Dr. Doolittle in me concocted a way to rescue this animal that needed my help.

If you’ve never attempted to rescue a wild animal be warned, it’s dangerous tricky and time consuming. People might say that’s because you’re not suppose to interfere with Mother Nature but I don’t want to be friends with people who think that… After too much time and imagined scenarios of being the first person to die from a infant beaver attack I decided to call my husband, a fellow animal lover and way more fearless than I am.

I had to go to work and come up with a legitimate excuse for being late so I let him know where our helpless creature was. Sometime later I got a text…

Turns out, according to my husband it wasn’t a beaver but a whistle pig. I don’t know about you but I’ve never heard of that animal in my life, so I Googled it. Turns out a “whistle pig” is aka a groundhog aka a land beaver. Because I am sworn to protect all living things and never lose an argument with my husband, technically I don’t consider myself to be wrong because it’s is actually a beaver, of sorts. But I will say thank goodness I wasn't able to save him only to drown him.

Featured texts that have followed the failed land/water beaver rescue... By the way I didn't mean to cuss in the last one...Auto correct got me typing "associate" wrong.

Oh and concerned citizens he is happy, fat and thriving!