Editor's Note: Today we have a guest blogger - my husband, Will. While I was away for a bachelorette party he stood tall against the forces of nature, here is his story:
The scene @ 5 PM Saturday: I am sitting upstairs on the couch, watching the lead up to the Preakness. A flicker of motion catches my eye, I turn to see sitting at the top of the steps one bold chipmunk.
In disbelief, I stare at the chipmunk who taunts me with several flicks of the tail. I rise clumsily in a vain effort to corner the chipmunk, but with deft quickness the creature vanishes down the steps.
After a trip to the hardware store, a live bait trap is set with peanut butter as the morsel of temptation. I wait, and wait, until late in the evening I hear the chipmunk snacking on food beneath the stove. Again, proving the antithesis of lithe, I stumble through the kitchen to retrieve my flashlight. As I turn to clamber back into the kitchen I see the chipmunk has mockingly followed; I feign chase, and the chipmunk vanishes in a flurry of motion.
Night passes with no incident.
7 am, Sunday morning: the trap is reloaded with an irrestible smorgasboard of apple slices, peanuts, and sunflower seeds. Mid-morning the end of the chase is signaled by the loud snap of the trap ... one trespassing chipmunk, caught in the jaws of justice: