least weasels


Stoat (Mustela erminea)

The stoat is a mammal of the genus Mustela of the family Mustelidae native to Eurasia and North America. The name ermine is often, but not always, used for the animal in its pure white winter coat, or the fur thereof. In the late 19th century, stoats were introduced into New Zealand to control rabbits, where the stoats have had a devastating effect on native bird populations. As with the least weasel, mouse-like rodents predominate in the stoat’s diet. However, unlike the least weasel, which almost exclusively feeds on small voles, the stoat regularly preys on larger rodent and lagomorph species. The stoat is an opportunistic predator, which moves rapidly and checks every available burrow or crevice for food.The stoat is a usually silent animal, but can produce a range of sounds similar to those of the least weasel. Kits produce a fine chirping noise. On average, males measure 187–325 mm in body length, while females measure 170–270 mm.

photo credits: wiki, wiki, wiki

Members of mustelidae (which is the weasel family) that live in my state. Drawn just for fun, because they’re one of my favorite groups of animals. I may have missed the least weasel, because the source I was looking at didn’t include them but another one did so I’m not sure if we have them.
Drawn with pen and marker individually, and compiled digitally.

I really like to imagine Draco just looking at Hermione. Especially when he’s surrounded by people all around him, but he just doesn’t care. When she comes in his line of vision, all he can register is the colour of her hair - almost caramel under the sun, but how the hell does she survive under all that weight?
Her eyes, that are scrunched up in concentration as she’s studying (she ALWAYS has a book with her), and soften as Potty and the Weasel come and talk to her (he never thought he’d be jealous of Weasel, at least).
She does this thing where she scrunches her nose when she’s working out a problem, but when she figures out, she silently sighs and smiles this HUGE smile, not caring who sees her.
Draco feels he’s been knocked over.
And then someone or the other from his house ALWAYS notices that he’s looking in the direction of the Gryffindor table yet again, but they learn to keep quiet and silently smirk till they just can’t keep it inside anymore.
“Draco, she looks really pretty.”
“Yeah mate, doesn’t she?” *looks where Granger’s yelling at the Weasel again*
And he realises what he just said and strides away before he starts punching everyone who’s smirking.


Well, the elite eight of Mammal March Madness have fought their way to the top, and it does not look good for my bracket. All those red lines are failed picks. (I had the least weasel going to the finals, and it didn’t even make it out of the first round.) My only hope is that the Sumatran rhinoceros prevails.

You can see the elite eight battle it out on Monday - follow #2015MMM on twitter.

so far in my futile quest for fame i have killed at least half a dozen weasels via song

this reads like a dril tweet or something but its an accurate description of how i’ve been playing fallen london lately