Honey badger

A bizarre vid I kited off a Facebook posting. Back in the Fifties there was a sorta bush-league Hemingway named Robert Ruark who wrote pelo-en-pecho books about mostly outdoorsy stuff. His book on the Mau Maus in Kenya may have had some useful warnings about the inevitable end of African independence movements. He wrote a book called The Honey Badger, more or less about his misadventures with women. The idea was that the honey badger purportedly goes for the crotch of men it attacks and literally castrates them. I have no idea if this is true. I don't imagine anyone has read Ruark for thirty years, though his hunting stuff was not bad. He wrote a good column for one of the outdoors mags.
Anyhow, this vid has the damnedest narration that ever you heard. You just hafta admire a beast as gritty as the honey badger. They are mustelids, one of my favorite animal families. When I was a little kid, I read a little-kid book about mustelids and have been fascinated by them ever since. Around here, mustelids are represented mostly by our friend Mr. Skunk. One occasionally grazes on the porch catfood. Met a guy over in Olivia who fed by hand his skunk residents. I always feel sorry for skunks this time of year, when the yearning for romance leads them to roam and get squashed on the road.