Sunday, September 05, 2010
OK, thieving chipmunk.
We have an issue with rodentia in our old Adirondack camp, so you cannot leave any grain-based food out -- bread, crackers, cheese doodles, and brownies are all fair game. Anyway, I rounded up the Havahart trap and caught this little fellow in a trice.
Don't let his cuteness beguile you. He is a thieving bastard, that one, and ought to be grateful that I do not apply Islamic law in my house.
We don't have chipmunks, but we do have squirrels, who are just as cute and just as much thieving, conniving bastards. But the standing rule is that whatever the squirrels can get, they can keep. So it's a game of keep-away; taunting and deception by both sides are fully encouraged.
There's a lake nearby, right?
Largemouth bass seem to like the taste of chipmunk...
Trex mouse trap and peanut butter, problem solved. As to making the rules, those who eat the deceased make the history and the rules. Dinosaurs are cool because T-Rex made them cool, but everything he ate got elevated by being eaten by a T-Rex. Chipmunks are too bony to be eaten, don't ask. mpw