Here's lookin' at you lookin' at me, 9

I was walking home through a blizzard when I spotted this little guy scampering around the gutter.

Imagine my surprise when it actually started running at my leg. Then when I moved my foot slightly, it panicked and sprinted full-tilt in the other direction. It had probably just headed for the nearest heat source not realizing it was declaring war on King Kong. In a couple of seconds it had burrowed into the soft, shallow snow lining the gutter.

If it was that desperate and disoriented though, I doubt it lived much longer. A big downside of being a minuscule mammal with a hypercharged metabolism is your energy reserves being basically nil.