Witness our brilliant forager sniffing out his prey, those unsuspecting fishies schooling above his anemone-like snout. In 25 milliseconds, the mole can tell if its prey is edible or not. This is what happens when a full half of one’s brain is devoted to sensory information from smell.

Regarding the night walk, it was fascinating to wander without seeing, although I should have plugged my ears as well. Dinner was a challenge, and Napoleon benefited from lots of dropped food. Lucky dog.

I now can admit to a far greater respect and appreciation of this tiny yet ultra-sensitive predator. Long life oh star-nosed mole.