On my walks in the park, I look for signs of life and death, reminding myself that we are all part of this earth for a short while. Thank the heavens above that we can exist together, if only for a second. This little guy (or gal) was resting peacefully at the trail's edge -- no blood, fully intact. My friend Ferris helped to identify it as a norther short tailed-shrew. Surprisingly, this tiny fuzz ball produces a venom in its saliva. Look at its human-like front paws, like the hands of a wicked old grandmother from a long lost fairytale. See you on the other side, my friend.
And, please! Look at this stick bug. Have you ever???
My gracious!
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