It's the little things

So there I sat, waiting for imaginary badgers, surrounded by movement. Eventually as the light faded the movement became bolder and suddenly I was face to face with Stuart Little. But not just Stuart, his entire family and then some. All out to steal the peanuts left for the badgers, burried or not they found them. So I returned a night later, armed with flashes and set about trying to snap the fast, fury little fellas. At least they were willing to come out!