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The fairy effing wonderland

When we decamped the city to live in the suburbs, for whatever godforsaken reason, I didn’t quite realize what a variety of woodland creatures would be part of the deal. There’s a deer path that goes right through my side yard, for example. There are little tweety birds everywhere, so many that I was inspired to buy a bird guide to try to identify some. (“That one,” I can now say confidently, “is definitely a robin.”) The wetlands behind my mom’s house are home to sandhill cranes early every summer, and some cranky swans the rest of the time. There are bunnies in my yard and a chipmunk named Dexter has built a home under my porch. Once, a tiny bat crawled up to the front door of my office. I called the health department, but they said since it wasn’t inside, they couldn’t do anything about it. I’m pretty sure it had rabies, but it was gone the next morning.

This led P to dub the new neighborhood a fairy fu — effing wonderland. And it was! Until one day.

I came home from work, roaring up to my driveway with the windows down, playing Lady Gaga or David Bowie or someone awesome on the radio.* I stopped short when I saw a dark brown creature crouched in the middle of the street. At first I thought it was a cat. It was roughly cat-sized, after all, and there are a few strays in the subdivison. Then it started running across the street in a weird, waddling way. Nothing like a cat I’d ever seen, for sure. Then, it turned just the slightest bit and I saw a big tail and I realized:

The creature was a beaver.

The creature was a beaver and it was headed right for my neighbor’s open garage door. This was a problem, because I had never met this particular neighbor, and I did not particularly relish the thought of knocking on the door and saying, “You don’t know me, but there’s a beaver in your garage.” Think about how quickly I would have a reputation to uphold!

Luckily, the beaver sheared off at the last minute and disappeared over the rise. I still don’t know where he was going, but he hasn’t been back.

*I was probably crying while listening to NPR.

(originally posted at elizawrites.com)


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Aug. 13th, 2010 01:57 am (UTC)
“You don’t know me, but there’s a beaver in your garage.”

haha aw that is neat tho you saw a beaver, how random :D
Aug. 14th, 2010 02:01 pm (UTC)
It was pretty neat!
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Aug. 14th, 2010 02:02 pm (UTC)
You really got the better end of the deal. I was in Orlando a couple of weeks ago and the heat! The humidity! You get tropical animals, and when the weather is exactly the same in Chicago I get heat rage.

As an aside, I just finished S1 of Doctor Who and, um, now I get what you're talking about with Captain Jack. Gracious.
Aug. 13th, 2010 11:35 am (UTC)
Heh. I have a fat woodchuck that waddles through my yard on a regular basis.
Aug. 14th, 2010 02:03 pm (UTC)
Adorable! What do woodchucks do, precisely? Besides chucking wood.
Aug. 13th, 2010 02:34 pm (UTC)
If a stranger knocked on my door and told me there was a beaver in my garage I would immediately invite them in and make them my new best friend. Even if there was no beaver. I have mice in my garage. And a snake under my porch.

Are you going to Renegade this year?
Aug. 14th, 2010 02:04 pm (UTC)
Ack, a snake. I would immediately cease walking out the front door.

When is Renegade?
Aug. 14th, 2010 12:37 am (UTC)
This is the SECOND beaver sighting from a friend this week. I'll ask you the same question.

How did you know it was a beaver? Was it building a dam? ;)
Aug. 14th, 2010 02:04 pm (UTC)
Re: LOL!
The tail! I want to hear about the other sighting.
Aug. 15th, 2010 12:22 pm (UTC)
Re: LOL!
August 8 at 6:05pm
ok, so, our local movie theater backs up on the main road. Living in the bushes between the back of the movie theater and the main road is what I can only describe as a beaver. yes, a beaver. I am obsessed with the beaver (don't quote that) hubby thinks i'm crazy. If you saw a beaver living behind a movie theater, woldn't YOU be obsessed?!

Bonnie: No. ;) And how do you know it's a beaver? Is he building a dam?

Stephanie: he's got one of those flat tails. he is so awesome.

Bonnie: I hear that all the time about my flat tail. And my awesome. ;)
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