Road kill WUT

Last night I was driving us home from the Airshow (which as excellent), driving on unknown roads, tired, and in the late dusk. My Australian mind expected a kangaroo to jump out and whack into our car at any second, but I had to adjust my head to New Zealand hazards. We figured that the only thing I was likely to find on the road were introduced possums, foxes or rabbits, and squashing them would really be doing the local ecology a favour.

Keep driving, LOOK WHAT IS THAT SMALL FURRY THING. It's a bird, it's a plane, no its a WEASEL. WHAT THE? Yep, it was a weasel. I asked Mr Google in the seat next to me to use his google fu to identify the creature, and it was a weasel. Turns out that weasels were introduced to NZ by some complete tools against good scientific advice (haters of evidence and reason, even then...) and now they are a big problem. Weasels and stoats.

I had no idea that this year I would see feral weasels or stoats. I learn something new every day. Apparently there are wild hedgehogs here too.

By the way, I did not run over the weasel, it was too weasley quick and got away. Next time, weasel, next time...