Tamias Redux

Why, yes, there is still a chipmunk in the dining room.....despite efforts by much of the family that would have made a good reality show if there had been anyone here to film it.

We moved the hutch. The hutch is large and has glass thingies on top of it, which are (very) rarely dusted or moved. They are now dusted. They are now moved. 

Not unlike honey badger, chipmunk don't care.

Becky went upstairs and retrieved her giant black cat, Demon. Demon is such that I was wishing I could use him to dust as opposed to old towels and Clorox wipes. He is fluffy. He is foofy. And large. He is not particularly interested in chipmunks.

Alan stuffed him under the old green desk, whence he emerged indignant, covered with cobwebs and dust, and sans chipmunk. The chippie simply scurried into the front hall, repository for every object that no one has a place for....for two families....it is not tidy.

Thankfully he later returned to the dining room, where at least there is some hope of someday catching him.

While I was sitting here early yesterday morning he knocked over a bag, which knocked over the baby doggy gate, setting Mack into paroxysms of barking. He hates that gate.

Later he sat on the other side of it cheekily staring at Liz as she drank her coffee.

When, after a day of finding and assisting in the installation of a new washer so we can stop paying off the national debt at the laundromat, I was sitting in my Sunday chair, he ran right up to my feet.

Then he ran right under my footstool. While my feet were on it.

There is talk of glue boards and other trap setups, but we must be safe with a toddler in the house. The air gets a bit blue at times.....I used to like chipmunks.