Many of the molerats were still alive when released from the traps. They have tiny peaked, eyed, white eyes. They are game little fighters. When I poked them with a straw they would hold their ground and fight back courageously. They would open their mouth and lunge at the striker biting it with the long incisors. The animal makes a squeaking noise when injured. When trying to escape they will back up usually. Above ground in daylight they are blinded by the bright light so do not move as rapidly as they would under normal circumstances. I found two females with fetuses, one with 4 and the other with 3. At Gladysvale, in the Trinewood, I captured two molerats alive for observations. One was caught by the neck so was alive yet stunned very badly. However, after several hours he revived enough to fight and bore into the block dirt I had in a 5 gal. gas tin. The other molerat was in perfect condition when captured while he was pushing up dirt. He was a game fighter though almost blind in daylight. He had a vicious temper—he would snap at the air, grind his teeth and make a little squeak. This temper lasted for sometime before he quieted down. I put him into the Can of Dirt and he promptly dug himself in. He would dig ahead with his front feet and long incisors and push the dirt up with his hind legs. If touched he would quickly face about and take a defensive position. I buried several carrots into the Dirt. He did not hesitate to eat those.