So I heard Becca scream the other morning... only to run in and find this little guy:
He was about 1.5" (very short) and when I went to grab him to take him outside, his defense mechanism kicked in and all I had was half of his tail in my fingers. I should have remembered! The cool part was that the tail continued to move for a good 5 minutes afterwards...
A bright morning after an ugly night of Lucy (read: Lucifer) barking and chasing a baby opossum around the back yard...