I was up all night. I checked "The Little Game Hunter" trap every hour. And every time I went to the basement to see if I caught the chipmunk, my cheese was gone. The thought of that little bastard getting fat and happy on my expensive cheese really bugs me.
So I'm doing what pappymac suggested. I've baited "The Little Game Hunter" with peanut butter.
Hope he likes Peter Pan, cause that's all I had.
My wife wants me to take The Little Game Hunter trap back and get a refund cause it doesn't work.
I told her it's not the traps fault I can't catch him. He's just one smart chipmunk. I hate to think that he, or she, is smarter than I am. That's another reason why I didn't get much sleep. I kept thinking about how that critter is out-smarting me.
And now the neighbors are all laughing at me...and their calling me Alvin.
I'll keep you posted!
So I'm doing what pappymac suggested. I've baited "The Little Game Hunter" with peanut butter.
Hope he likes Peter Pan, cause that's all I had.
My wife wants me to take The Little Game Hunter trap back and get a refund cause it doesn't work.
I told her it's not the traps fault I can't catch him. He's just one smart chipmunk. I hate to think that he, or she, is smarter than I am. That's another reason why I didn't get much sleep. I kept thinking about how that critter is out-smarting me.
And now the neighbors are all laughing at me...and their calling me Alvin.
I'll keep you posted!