Any traffic report that includes the phrase "The beaver is angry. The beaver is hissing." is fun.
I didn't take my normal route to work, because the beaver was on the right edge of the freeway, at the exit right before mine (which is a major exit - the flyover ramp from I-5 NB to 217). I expected backups due to people staring at the beaver.
ODOT went out there with a barrel and a scoop, but apparently stood around and stared for a while, trying to figure out how to get the beaver in the barrel without hurting it or themselves. They eventually got it in and dropped it back in the wetlands, which was reported just about the time I got to work.
Today's humorously abused English calendar has this entry: "LOST: Male cat. Needs medication. Owner is very worried, neutered, and declawed."
Hehehe.