Weaseling.

A creature that inspires more fear than stale yoghurt, PMR and Michael Jackson combined, it is (for lack of a better term) the Mountain Weasel.

As a follow-up to my last post, I have decided to further study these fascinating creatures instead of fiddlesticks. Those give me gas. Once again, I present you with our artist's close-up rendition of our specimen.





Ermm... ignore the red bits. Those are... uhh... computer glitches. Right.



As you can see, these critters are often grumpy and will not hesitate to maul you into tomorrow. Often preying on grizzly bears for sport, mountain weasels travel in two types of hunting packs: six packs and fun packs (Not to be confused with beer, abdominal muscles or Snickers bars).

These packs are lead by an Alpha-Weasel. Such a title is earned through years of weaseling their way to the top. With much effort, a cunning mountain weasel will finally ascend to become the Alpha-Weasel, until another out-weasels him.

As a word of warning, mountain weasels are often attracted to witty and sarcastic t-shirts (and the people wearing them) (NO, not *that* kind of "attracted"). This fact has resulted in the deaths of many, many cool people, which I suspect is the cause of the sudden epidemic of "homies" and "la-las".

More will come (eventually). Brace yourselves.


wea·sel n.
1. Any of various carnivorous mammals of the genus Mustela, having a long slender body, a long tail, short legs, and brownish fur that in many species turns white in winter.
2. A person regarded as sneaky or treacherous.