A beaver lives in our house. He loves to chew, as beavers do, and he spent all winter dreaming about taking down our Christmas tree and building a dam with the wood. We often find teeth marks on our wooden furniture, and every once in awhile we’ll see him running around with wood shavings hanging off his whiskers.
Since we took the tree down, he’s been a bit twitchy. His goal of dragging the Christmas tree down with his teeth has been replaced with a new goal: to escape the house through the back door and gnaw the wooden fence that surrounds our patio.
He’s taken to greeting us calvin and hobbes style, as we walk in the door after work.