Until about five minutes ago, I had never seen anybody on TV handling a golden mole, which meant I had no idea how big they were. I thought that they were…well…mole sized!
Nope. They’re little tiny critters smaller than the palm of your hand. They are eyeless, and burrow through the sand of the Namib desert. And in the way of all very simple-featured creatures, like silky anteaters and muppets, they are painfully cute. (You may need to see them moving around, mind you, since this just looks like a fuzzy rock with a wart, but trust me, the footage of the little things trundling along made me make horrible squeaky noises.)