Running Chick

This time when I heard the squeaking, I just picked up my camera and waited. Spencer's getting better, there was no gore to clean up afterwards.

Simon, he's all meh, whatever.

My flower garden is quickly becoming a Northern Short-tailed Shrew graveyard.  There’s three there now - one from a couple of weeks ago, one I found dead in the driveway last week and this one - resting their eternal rest. I don’t even want to think about how many more could turn up.

I’ve been doing some reading on the little rodents. They mostly eat bugs (hello, spiders in my basement), but their saliva is toxic. The toxin is used to paralyze whatever critter they catch and is not harmful to humans or other animals. Apparently they are super aggressive, too, which would explain all the screeching I hear when Spencer pounces. They also eat up to three times their weight daily (HELLO SPIDERS IN MY BASEMENT). Ugly little things, though.

Dead rodents aside, I knocked off 3 miles at a 10:16 average pace tonight. I have no idea what got into me, especially since my legs were feeling a bit tight & heavy after Saturday’s long run.