Rob and I just returned from a kick-ass week of comics at SAW in Gainesville, FL. But Monday morning came, and it was back to reality- Rob to the metal shop basement and myself to the frozen northern outpost I look after. I hiked into Lonesome and was greeted by the Kenyon College Outing Club, who was staying the night. Things were going well until late that evening, when it was revealed that someone had grown bold and power-hungry during my absence. (Or possibly just hungry)
Epic comic below; must love martens!
Marvin attempted to chew his way back inside the hut each night after that. I can only surmise that he is wildly hungry and hopes to find a tasty rodent snack within our walls. His petit cadeau did look suspiciously herbivorous:
Apparently while Heidi was filling in for me, Marvin made his way into the hut one evening unbeknownst to anyone. When some guests stumbled in for coffee in the am, somebody opened the cupboard for some mugs and a hissing, spitting weasel flung itself out of the cupboard toward them. Hmmm. Caretaker Chad reports that Ricky Marten over in Gunsight Gap has similarly become something of a loose cannon. Ricky plundered somebody’s backpack and selected a rubber & metal microspike to emphatically chew to bits.
Head naturalist Nancy Ritger agreed that the martens are either starving, or, Marvin may be on the lookout for a mate. I prefer to believe the former, seeing as I am the only female in the vicinity.
Finally, lest you form a negative opinion of martens, I leave you with this self-portrait by a PhD pine marten researcher and former caretaker.
They really are neat animals.