No problem Meako, i'm not upset. It's just the kind of recurring joke i like to make (i know, i know...). The only snakes i hate are the vipers.
My dog, a wild and susceptive border collie, came once to me with a bloody deep wound under the eye. He leaded me to the backyard where i found a dead weasel, broken neck. He has a strict conception of politeness and good manners. Good dog.
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Dan.
In '75/6 I was living downtown Paris, near the Casino de Paris, in a former bourgeois mansion, at first floor. My Commando was still very fresh and I had a pal riding a BSA (nobody's perfect, ugh) who was forest ranger in the Fontaineblau forrest. During summer he found what he thought a weasel, whose aft leg was broken, maybe by a car.
He managed to salvage her but his dog did not appreciate the little beast, so she (a female) ended in my 2-roomed. She proved to be very nice to live with, like a cat somehow, without the bad smell.
When her leg fully recovered, she started to investigate the yard, slipping under the CLOSED kitchen window (ok, last change dated decades ago), then slowly getting us rid of all the rats in the cave (former wine cellar), followed by (sorry for faint-hearted) those f....g, b....y, yelling and echoing at night for pussy stray cats.
I saw her acting only once. The b..., f...g, yelling kid, a good 15 time heavier, sitting in front of her. He played once or twice with his leg, sending his paw to her, she stood straight on her bottom, just dodging the cat's uppercuts, then, faster than thunder, jumping for his jugular. The cat rushed into the cellar, no sign of the couple for at least an hour, then she came back. No more b...y, f.....g yelling guy. She climbed the wall back and slept on my sofa for a good deal.
I had several female friends and she was always very tender with them. Except the blondes, she gave them a real hell, running around, jumping on them (did not bite). Never knew why but there clearly was a problem.
One more thing. When winter came (and that year a cold one, under zero) I discovered she was an ermine. Not a weasel!
Sorry if I'm a bit long, but that was quite an experience!