Frost's Crystal Gaze

Frost was found in a garage, a least weasel—the world's smallest carnivore—apparently trapped and starving. We gave her a large, enriched enclosure with tubes, hides, and live insect prey. She was a hyperactive blur of brown and white, investigating every corner, disappearing into holes, and popping out elsewhere. In winter, she'd molt to pure white except for a black tail tip. The weasel box is motionless now, missing the flicker of her movement, her high-pitched chitters, and the astonishing sight of her taking down a mouse nearly her own size.