the beaver under the house

ok, what's with the weird run-ins with strange creatures lately?? i moved into our new house on saturday after an exhausting but lovely week in vegas for r's wedding (more on that one as soon as i have pictures uploaded). so far i've figured out that a) i'm pretty much a 5 - 30 minute bike ride from everywhere i could possibly want to go, b) the west eugene office is the physical opposite of midtown (quiet, high divider walls, and everyone in their own giant cube, instead of noisy, low divider walls, and four or five people to a quad), and c) there is a beaver living under my house. our friends t.p. and a.s.--who are staying with us until the 28th when they can move into their own place--took otis out in the yard last night and otis ran off into the bushes after something furry. a.s. went over to see what he had cornered, and a BEAVER leapt out at her. matt (who did not see the beaver) insisted that it was a muskrat, but a.s. google-imaged both and said it was definitely a beaver. i told the story to my new boss (who, by the way is hilarious and is also one of only two non-duck-fans here) this morning. her response was "go beavs!"