Chipmunk lament
Lisa writes: Ooooooooooh, chipmunks. What am I going to do with you? I can't catch you. You are too light to trigger my trap. I can't kill you. It would make Tom cry. The neighborhood cats have no interest in you. (And yet you look so tasty.) You will eat the roots of the plants I want to grow. Our backyard is one big, spongy warren of burrows. One of these days, I'm going to walk across the lawn and and sink up to my knees.
You were not here when we bought this house. Why are you here now? And what will it take to get you to go away?
You were not here when we bought this house. Why are you here now? And what will it take to get you to go away?
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Love, Mom
Or straight up psychology? Throw the above party, slam a box over as many as you can, and dump them in a nearby preserve?
On another note, I would love to see a squirrel. They have puffy tails.