Reminds me of my mother last month...My dog was in the barkyard poking at something with his nose so I went to check it out and save whatever it might be. Ended up being a little vole which ran off while I held my dog. Went back inside to tell my parents what it was. My mother said "Vole? You mean mole? There's no such thing as a vole, sweetie, I can't believe you've been saying it wrong all your life."

Googled and showed her a picture of a vole and she still insisted that was a mole. Showed her what an
actual mole looked like and she freaked out (since my dad has told her we have a mole problem in their yard). Oh mother...