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Thursday, January 19, 2006

Beaver Fever!

Note to Reader: This is a humour piece that was printed in a small town paper to address a town issue regarding pests. Please keep this in mind when reading this column. Small town politics is fun to pick on.. and I did just that.. Enjoy

If big cities have big problems, then small towns must have small problems, right? Well that is not necessarily so. In the past we have heard that cities, like Edmonton, Calgary and New York have had animal control issues. Pit Bulls attacking people while they sunbath in their back yards. In New York, we heard of the urban legend of Alligators biting you from behind as you read the Sunday paper, and finally nearly eight years ago in Edmonton, a Boa Constrictor was found in a woman's kitchen, living in her pan drawer.

Millet, Alberta has now joined the ranks of Edmonton, Calgary and New York. Last week in the town hall, council was addressing the issues of the American Beaver. In the past, if the Beavers are not controlled, our parks are flooded; trails blocked by downed trees, and in rainy seasons the pests associated with Beaver (mosquitos), actively biting and threatening us all with the West Nile Virus. This is a serious issue! From Pit Bulls to Beavers. Citizens attended the meeting with a list of concerns. Some believe that the Beaver is a misunderstood animal, and should be spared. Still others believe that trapping is the only way to remove them; they just don't think that the town should pay for the trapping of these animals. Let us not forget that the beaver is to many, an honoured critter.

The Beaver, a national symbol is found on our coins, brochures, and social club mottos! Surely there must be a humane solution to the pesky beaver.

A Lesson in History:
So… I though a lesson in history may help, and of course I wanted to put my 2 cents worth in.

The Beaver is of the genus family "Castor Canadensis" The largest rodent in North America and can reach over 1 metre in length and can weigh up to 32 Kgs.

Yep, it's a big sucker!
Beavers make their living-building dams by using their strong jaws to cut down trees with their two front teeth. It is known that a Beaver will attack a human and other animals. If a beaver were to bite on a mans leg it would not reduce biting pressure until it hears bone crushing.

Yep, it's a big scary sucker!
The European Beaver was hunted to near extinction. Hunted for centuries for it's medicinal qualities. Fur is not it's real commodity, the Beaver's testicles were used to make medicine. Pliny the Elder in the 1st century CE wrote: "Beavers in the region of the Black Sea (Pontici) know that they are hunted for the oil produced by their testicles (castoreum), so when they are in danger from hunters they castrate themselves. The beaver has the tail of a fish, and soft fur on its otter-like body. They have a strong bite, cutting down trees as if with steel, and if they bite a man they will not let go until the bones are heard grinding together."

Even in Aesop's Fables we read that; "The beaver, a four-footed animal that lives in pools, knows that he is hunted for his testicles, which are used to cure ailments. When pursued, the beaver runs for some distance, but when he sees he cannot escape, he will bite off his own testicles and throw them to the hunter, and thus escape death."

So what's in a name? The "Castor Canadensis" got its scientific name from the beaver’s castration. The beaver chewed it’s own way to extinction.

The solution is simple folks.
I move that we form a town committee of "Beaver Chasers" An organized mob armed with pots and pans. We could go out and clang our weapons together while cautiously entering our parks and creeks areas. Yep… let the chase begin! The end result will be the removal of beavers by attrition. Yep, that's the answer to our animal control problem. Let the beaver live up to it’s own name.

But until then remember, the Beaver is out there, large and hairy, with big ferocious teeth!

Gangs of Beavers! . . .
In Millet . . .
Beavers in our Streets! . . .
Beavers with teeth! . . .
In Millet.
We did not make this up.