I hung around for a few minutes hoping to spot the weasel emerge with its prize but it never did. Probably scenting me for the first time, it no doubt preferred to eat its grisly meal in private. Pampered household cats have been known to limp home in shock after coming off worse in a fight with a weasel, their belief that they had stumbled on a harmless mouse being sadly misplaced. Yet weasels don't have it all their own way and many are killed on the roads or by larger predators willing to take them on in a fierce battle. It has always struck me as unfair that sly and treacherous human beings should be named after this bold little animal, or that other humans should be said to use 'weasel words' when they try to mislead.
Weasels are pitiless assassins.
Of that there is no doubt. But slyness and treachery do not figure in the mindset of this teeny killer.