Weasel in the Woodpile
In search of the original better mousetrap, including the history, habits and habitats of the North American weasel.
In search of the original better mousetrap.
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by David Petersen
The seemingly innocuous little creature we call the weasel
is an insatiable killer driven to murderous frenzy by a
large parasite residing in its stomach. It sucks the blood
of its victims, conceives through its mouth and gives birth
through an ear, can squeeze itself through a wedding ring,
and magically changes from brown to white within hours of
the first snowfall each winter.
In my research I've run across each of those beliefs
concerning the weasel—some several
times—recorded as myth, legend, or scientific fact.
Of course, there's not a word of truth to any of them . . .
but lack of truth has seldom stopped people from believing
what they will about the mysteries of life. And, because of
its furtiveness, the weasel is a mystery.
That's why such a small creature holds such great interest
for me. Even though two of the three North American weasel
species live literally just beyond my door, the secretive
little buggers continually frustrate my efforts to observe
them in the wild for more than a few seconds at a time.
Others have better luck. The trick to weasel watching, a
photographer friend tells me, is finding the rascals on
their home turf. Near their dens, he says, they're not the
least bit shy—so long as you do nothing to startle
them. Once, my friend reports, an entire family of the
little squirts approached to within just a few yards and
cavorted for his camera.
I guess I've always been in the right places at the wrong
times and the wrong places the rest of the time. Or maybe
I'm just weasel jinxed. But I'll keep at it. And between
treks to the woods, I'll keep learning what I can from more
successful weasel watchers.
Weasels belong to the family of carnivores known to
biologists as Mustelidae—a tax onomic moniker that
translates crudely to "mouse stealers" and includes 64
species worldwide. North America's mustelids include
weasels, badgers, skunks, otters, minks, wolverines,
fishers, martens, and the critically endangered
black-footed ferret. The smallest of the lot is the least
weasel (imagine a svelte chipmunk), the largest is the sea
otter (up to six feet tongue to tail), and the most
powerful is the wolverine.
All mustelids have highly developed anal scent glands, from
which they can emit a strong musk more or less on demand.
Unlike the skunk, most lack the apparatus to spray their
musk any distance; instead they use the noxious perfume to
mark the boundaries of their territories and for
close-range selfdefense.
With few exceptions, no matter where in North America you
live, you're certain to have one or more of the continent's
three weasel species—long-tailed, short-tailed, and
least—as a secret neighbor. While each species has
its distinctive physical and behavioral traits, the three
are more alike than different. All can take prey much
larger than themselves and strike with blurring speed. All
can climb and swim but are primarily terrestrial, making
their homes in woodpiles, under rocks or fallen logs, and
in burrows appropriated from rodents who were literally
eaten out of house and home.
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