He seemed hurt and confused, and was headed straight for oncoming traffic. So I grabbed a box and took him inside. After talking to several people at work I found out he was a baby mole.
He was sweet and cute but also hurt. So I took him to a local nature center where they help injured wild animals.
Sadly...he didn't make it. The lady that called me later in the afternoon to update me said he must have suffered some sort of trauma, maybe he had already been hit by something, or had eaten some poison or who knows. The whole thing left me sad. I guess I could have left him in the parking lot to die, but then I'd have to walk by his little squished puddle...at least he got some love before going to the "Big beautiful Back yard in the sky" as the Nature Center lady told me. Plus I'd never met a mole. Now I'll know them when I see them :)
On a happier note, check out this letter I caught on the wall at the nature center."All Snacks bite." HA!
And here's a few beautiful pics from this AM outside my job.
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