Last week I was looking forward to catching up with an old friend on What’s App. She texted me to apologize that she would be late calling me as she had to deal with a suicidal shrew. My immediate thoughts were that I hoped that her mother-in-Law would be OK. But apparently, I completely misunderstood her message.
It transpires that she did have to deal with a suicidal shrew but that it was not of the human but the mammalian variety. She had heard the shrew the previous day in the loft and both her husband and herself had tried to unsuccessfully catch it.
On the day of our call, it had flung itself unceremoniously onto their concrete patio and died a tragic death. Not such a shrewd move (sorry, not sorry,). They had to remove it and bury it in the nearby field.
I must add at this point that I had to research shrews as I knew nothing about them. My friend lives in France. You can see from the picture that they are very small and very cute miniature long nosed mouse like animals.
I was intrigued as to why the little thing would perform such a jump. Maybe he wanted to learn how to fly? Anyhoo upon further research it transpires that they are fierce little randy things indeed.
They mate non-stop for 2-3 weeks, going at it for 14 hours at a time until its body is ravaged and their insides liquefy. This results in what appears to be suicide. It only lives to one year of age. What a way to go.
That’s all for now