Life surely does change in an instant, doesn't it? Even for little woodchucks.
I chased a woodchuck around our yard for two days. Two days.
And when I say I chased the little bugger, I mean it. I acted certifiably insane...not that I'm saying that might not occasionally be a fitting label, but I really did behave erratically in my single-mindedness. What was I trying to do? Why, I was trying to scare the bejeezus out of him so he'd go live somewhere else, that's what.
Hmm? Did it work? Nope. He didn't flinch. Not when I ran from the back door, flapping my arms as if I was an overgrown chicken. Not when I banged pots and pans together. Not even when I barked like a dog. Yes, I'm admitting it here. Barked. Like a dog.
Unflappable, he was. Calm. Cool. Giving me the are-you-nuts? look every time I went after him. Especially when I barked.
But...
A new sheriff's in town here at Villa Leone.
So this can go to... 
this in an instant because she's packing a cage!Yeah, life changes, buckaroo.
No more flapping or barking around here.
No more you, either.
Ha!
7 comments:
Go for you for catching him. Where are you sending him?
Cute post. I've never seen one of these.
Ann
I don't know what made me chuckle more - the thought of you flapping your arms and barking, or the woodchuck's expression when as he watched you! The adventure never stops!
OMG TOO FUNNY!!!!!
Sue W.
That's a big fella. Glad you caught him.
He can go chuck wood somewhere else.
Good job, you woodchuck catcher you!
I thought a wood chuck was a bird! We don't have them in England.
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