I don’t mean to bore some of you with so many posts about a chipmunk. But I’m writing this for some who wanted an update.
The little runt is still living with me. His family tried to get in the house also but I found out where the entrance point was. There’s a door between my garage and basement. They would run into the garage, and then slip beneath the door to enter the basement. So I sealed off that space under the door.
I haven’t slept well since the intruder entered my home. My appetite isn’t right, my liquor intake has increased, and my wife says I’m walking around mumbling to myself more than usual.
I’ve fed that chipmunk expensive cheese, sesame seeds, peanut butter, and nuts of different varieties. All I’ve done is fatten him up.
We’ll be sitting here at night watching TV and the little bastard runs across the living room floor. He’s under the couch, he goes in and out of the bathroom, the bedrooms, runs back downstairs into the basement. I’ve spent more than a $100 on different traps. I believe this chipmunk is more than a chipmunk. He’s too damn smart to be a normal chipmunk. He’s some kind of mutant, cyborg. He even drove a cat I borrowed crazy.
My friend let me borrow his cat for overnight. The damn cat shit on my carpet, and peed on the kitchen floor. I even had the kitty litter there for him. Then the cat tried to bite me when I got to close to it. All night the cat meowed. It was freaky!
My friend said the cat never did that before…and shouldn’t have, unless it was really nervous.
“NERVOUS.” I screamed.
“THAT DAMN CHIPMUNK IS MAKING US ALL CRAZY.”
I swear that S.O.B. is actually toying with me. He knows he’s got me. And that’s the part that really angers me.
Oh the neighbors are having all kinds of fun with this to.
“Hey Alvin. Can I play with the chipmunk.”
“Alvin? Need to borrow another cat?”
“Alvin? My wife’s knitting you a sweater with a big “A” on it.”
Now I’m ready to bring in the big guns, an exterminator.
The little runt is still living with me. His family tried to get in the house also but I found out where the entrance point was. There’s a door between my garage and basement. They would run into the garage, and then slip beneath the door to enter the basement. So I sealed off that space under the door.
I haven’t slept well since the intruder entered my home. My appetite isn’t right, my liquor intake has increased, and my wife says I’m walking around mumbling to myself more than usual.
I’ve fed that chipmunk expensive cheese, sesame seeds, peanut butter, and nuts of different varieties. All I’ve done is fatten him up.
We’ll be sitting here at night watching TV and the little bastard runs across the living room floor. He’s under the couch, he goes in and out of the bathroom, the bedrooms, runs back downstairs into the basement. I’ve spent more than a $100 on different traps. I believe this chipmunk is more than a chipmunk. He’s too damn smart to be a normal chipmunk. He’s some kind of mutant, cyborg. He even drove a cat I borrowed crazy.
My friend let me borrow his cat for overnight. The damn cat shit on my carpet, and peed on the kitchen floor. I even had the kitty litter there for him. Then the cat tried to bite me when I got to close to it. All night the cat meowed. It was freaky!
My friend said the cat never did that before…and shouldn’t have, unless it was really nervous.
“NERVOUS.” I screamed.
“THAT DAMN CHIPMUNK IS MAKING US ALL CRAZY.”
I swear that S.O.B. is actually toying with me. He knows he’s got me. And that’s the part that really angers me.
Oh the neighbors are having all kinds of fun with this to.
“Hey Alvin. Can I play with the chipmunk.”
“Alvin? Need to borrow another cat?”
“Alvin? My wife’s knitting you a sweater with a big “A” on it.”
Now I’m ready to bring in the big guns, an exterminator.
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