Giggling weasel / by Christina Rosalie

Picture a wet weasel. Small, furry, hot, wet. Now picture it wrapped around your neck on a day with 90 %humidity. Then picture the weasel clawing you. That's what it felt like to carry Bean about yesterday, post a dip in the lake. But his giggles were worth it. It was our first adventure into the lake---and he thought I was so funny when I'd swim up to him blowing bubbles. He has laughed before, in response to being tickled, but nothing like this spontaneous laughter. From his secure perch in DH's arms he'd look out into the water, scanning back and forth until he'd see my face and then bust out into full-fledged giggles as I swam closer making helicopter noises with my lips.