While we were sitting and talking at dinner tonight, Kate’s mom, Sally, suddenly said “Oh my god, the moose!”
My camera was handy, thankfully, and we managed to open the creaky front door and take some pictures before the adolescent male moose continued his sunset cruise.
While I crept outside to take pictures, Carlos (who’d also been outside) sprinted around the corner of the house and as far away from the moose as he could, clearly in full-on “What the hell is that thing!?” freakout mode. I suppose that indicates a decent amount of self-preservation instinct.