True, I apologize to all the weasels.  Every weasel variety I've ever encountered was fast, agile, naked, but seemingly thriving and have a great time rummaging/eating through whatever is around ... one of my deceased dogs COULD HAVE been chewed up and spit out by a Giant Sea Otter out at Whidbey Island State Park on the Puget Sound.  They PLAYED in a pond for a good hour and a half, dog would swim towards where it last saw Giant Sea Otter, Giant Sea Otter would go under water and pop up other side of pond.  Repeat.  Repeat.  Repeat.  At first I was freaked out, like "oh, that dog is a goner, look at that HUGE otter with big ol' teeth", but then realized they had figured it all out by themselves I was just their audience.

WASTE OF HUMAN SKIN = CHEETOLINI