When I saw these out of the corner of my eye, and looked down, time stopped. First, I realized they were baby moles. Second, the urge to pick them up and hold them was overwhelming. Simultaneously, my conscience told me I was absolutely not allowed to touch them at all, not even for a second. At the same time, I was imagining picking them up, and taking a picture of them in my hand. Concurrently, I knew I couldn't take that pic, because I was absolutely not allowed to pick them up. However! I could take their pics on the ground. The inside of my head was like a cartoon, with thought bubbles, an angel in one ear and the devil in the other, and smoke about to pour out from the gears turning so fast. Time started again, and I ran in to get my camera.
I try not to upload every pic of an event, and even now, I didn't upload every pic, but there are a lot. I can not choose between these, and if you were to play them in a sped-up slideshow, you would get a feel for how fast these babies move. In retrospect, I could have made a short movie in order to illustrate this. At that moment, I didn't have a thought in my head. There were four baby moles that I saw, and I just wanted to capture every second of each one.
My mom is a genius, and suggested I take a pic of the baby moles with a quarter, for comparison. Getting a baby mole to pose next to a quarter, without picking the mole up or touching it all, is very difficult. I kept moving the quarter, and the baby moles kept doing their thing, which has nothing to do with quarters.
You can stop here, meditating on the mind-blowing cuteness of baby moles.
Or hear why sometimes nature is sad.