"Mom's" woodchuck is still there but he won't go in the trap. I've blocked this and that, fiddled and so forth. I guess I'm just going to have to sit up there close to dark and shoot him on the lawn. Should be great fun explaining to Mom how I've been there for so long and didn't come in or maybe why there is a dead animal on her lawn. She's not too discriminating any more and likes all animals, even the ones that might be compromising her foundation. The bugger has to go, just sayin'...
Addendum... Mom will sit at the dinner table and watch the groundhog for quite a while when eating or visiting. She calls it a cat, not being able to remember "groundhog" or "woodchuck". After one season he left when she did and we haven't seen him since the day we moved Mom to Birch Gardens.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
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