A room… with a moose
31 May
I have today (and tomorrow, and Wednesday…) off to study for my next exam (history of technology), and after 2 hours of intense reading about, among other things, the etymology of words connected to the factory, I decided to take a break and go for a walk.
I chose a route I’ve previously walked with Tor – up a long (actually, three times as long as I remembered it), semi-steep hill to a derelict farm that Tor scared me with by saying that inbreds probably live there (we just saw an X-Files episode that featured inbreds on a derelict farm), then into the woods.
Now, as I was entering the woods, some of my childhood knowledge of the woods came to mind. It’s spring, and in spring, the moose have their young. The moose is normally almost as afraid of you as you are of it when you meet, but when they have their calves with them? Furious, ferocious mommy moose. So I hesitated a bit, but after examining the ground for tracks (found some hoof tracks, decided they were from shod horses) and poop (didn’t see any), I cautiously walked on, reminding myself to listen closely to any crunching branches, and to watch for trees that looked newly nibbled.
I closed in on the forest track, when — SOMETHING MOVES! BRANCHES CRUNCHING, BRANCHES CRUNCHING!!!! — an old lady and her dog came around the bend.
She actually stopped to ask me if I was startled. I told her of my fear for the moose, and she agreed that yes, there might indeed be moose in the forest this time of year. Then we smiled, I patted her dog on the head, and we both went our separate, merry ways.
Also, I’m pretty sure some little animal thing followed me through the forest, only to stop whenever I stopped to look and listen for it. All I could see were bumblebees. Apparently the local bumblebees have been genetically altered to make crunching noises when they move.
Also? I’m a wuss, and you need to watch this:


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