Dead Beaver

So today one of my co-workers asked me to take her dog on a walk. Clearly somewhere in my job description it says dog walker. To be honest I don't care, I got to get out of the office and play with a cute dog. So I'm walking along and the dog just darts down the stairs next to my office (which is next to Whatcom Creek), so I finally catch up and there is the dog pawing at this big brown lump. Well upon closer examination I see a huge flat tail, giant teeth and really long nails. It was a beaver. A dead beaver. So I go inside and call the humane society to come pick it up. The big man came about an hour later and picked it up. HE STRUGGLED! Think about that, I giant man whose whole job is the containment and removal of animals struggled with the giant-ness of this beaver! I watched in a very interested way. Then I just kinda finished the rest of my work. That was all. The highlight of my day was the removal of a dead beaver from the stairs of my work. Thank goodness I spent the money on a college degree.