Home invasion

Chipmunk listening to my stories

On Wednesday night we drove maybe twenty miles to our friends’ home for a socially-distanced dinner on their porch.

Before we departed Barry paused to feed our dear tame chipmunk, a descendent of the infamous “Chippy” with whom we shared seeds and petting a few years back. We actually have two pet chipmunks this year, a shy sweetheart and a bold fella.  (Not that I know their actual sex; I am only guessing.)

Barry fed and petted the bold guy while I waited impatiently with the keys.

“C’mon,” I begged, “he’s had enough.  Let’s go.”

Chipmunk approaches..

Barry opened the door, set the container of seeds on the kitchen table, and off we sped through a hot afternoon toward our date.  We had not seen our friends since the night before stay-at-home quarantine, March 13th.  We’ve gone out to restaurants almost every single month since our son married his sweetheart in San Diego in 2012.  They attended the small wedding and we went out to dinner the night before we flew home.  “Why don’t we do this more often?” we wondered, and set up a monthly date.  Eight years later we’re still going out almost every month.

Back to the pertinent story.  We enjoyed our renewed acquaintance with friends, we didn’t hug, we sipped pertinent beverages and munched upon delectable turkey breast, potato salad, cranberries, garden lettuce salad and strawberry-rhubarb crumble.

Little did we imagine what was happening back at home.

Chipmunk approaches...

At promptly 8:45 we pulled up to our Little House in the Woods and trudged full-bellied toward the door.  Unlocked, opened and stood aghast.  We had been invaded!

Everywhere across the floor strew sunflower seeds in various states of disarray.  Whole sunflower seeds, partially eaten seeds, devoured husks.  The container lay sideways beneath the kitchen table.

“Oh NO!” I shouted, “The chipmunk must have followed you in the front door when we left!”

Dreading the finding and corralling of the wee beastie I scurried all over our little house upstairs and down begging,  “Chippy!  Chippy!  Where are you?”

In the meantime Mr. Barry discovered an important clue.

“Ummm, Kathy,” he called, “I think you need to look at this.”

The brand new expensive screen covering the window over the dining room table had been chewed into a nice little hole, big enough for a wiley chipmunk to scurry in, eat seeds, and depart.

Screen

Have you ever felt angry at a home-invading chipmunk?  If so, you know the emotions which passed through.  Barry, strangely enough, started laughing.  The more he laughed the angrier I became.

“That’s it!” I declared.  “We are NOT FEEDING CHIPMUNKS ANY MORE!”

“But they are sweet little buggers,” said laughing husband.  (Which is an odd reaction on both of our parts because ordinarily he would have been angry and I placating.  We had seemingly switched roles.)

Nonetheless, the decision stands.  Come Thursday morning we both agreed:  no more feeding chipmunks.  The sweet little buggers can find their own food.

NO MORE HOME INVASIONS!

P.S.  Please excuse this flurry of blogging.  It’s odd how a person might have nothing to post for months at a time…and suddenly the Universe insists upon repeated storytelling.

Tame chipmunk "Chippy"  admiring one of your note cards

Original Chippy admiring a notecard from bygone days

 

 

 

About Kathy

I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.
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26 Responses to Home invasion

  1. Carol says:

    There seem to always be one that has to mess it up for everybody! I’m thinking he’ll be back.

    • Kathy says:

      Carol, both chipmunks spent yesterday begging on the porch the live-long day. We’re not wavering, though. I can’t even open the windows over the kitchen table for fear they will come in again. And it’s HOT outside! P.S. You are so right about that one that has to mess it up for everybody else who are behaving.

  2. dorannrule says:

    I can’t imagine an invasion by such a dear little critter. And how he and she must miss your contributions.

  3. Great story. Thanks for sharing.

    • Kathy says:

      It was fun to write! (Not so fun to have the window screen wrecked. However my husband reminded me this morning that we don’t have to buy a new screen–we have tools to repair it.)

  4. Stacy says:

    Poor little guy. It’s hard to be mad while hard not to be mad. Ah, the universe is full of contradictions. XOXO

  5. Larissa says:

    NO MORE!

  6. Aaah but just think if all the fodder for amusing posts on your blog. I am disappointed Kathy. Just buy cheap seeds and the chippies will be happy, that is if you renege on your decision to not feed those sweet little guys.

    • Kathy says:

      Yvonne, you are so write. (Did you catch that? I accidentally wrote the word write!) You are so right about fodder for amusing posts. Both my husband and I write–you would be surprised at the things that happen to us sometimes. It’s like the Universe decides to present stories, just so we have enough material. 🙂

  7. Fantastic pictures of the latest Chippy! Sounds like things are getting way out of hand over there in your neck of the woods! Good luck with your resolve to feed the chipmunks no more. I guess it’s a good thing it wasn’t the local bear who decided to pull off a home invasion while you were gone. 😉 (We just replaced the ancient damaged screen in our sliding glass doors ~ hope we don’t get any unwelcome visitors now…)

    • Kathy says:

      My goodness yes, Barbara! Wild animals are even invading my dreams. Last night dreamed that I was sleeping on the floor of Barry’s garage. When I got up to do something on the other side of the garage the local bear ambled through. He had been sleeping on the other side of a tarp only several inches from my head! What do you think that dream was trying to say??? Hoping you can keep your new screen intact for awhile now!

  8. sherrysescape says:

    I love your stories!

  9. suhaila supaimi says:

    Hi madam,
    i’m from Malaysia.
    I love your stories.
    Sometimes make me over there.
    The nature, the animal and what ever I like to reading your stories.
    Thanks you for shared your life stories.
    and sorry for my broken English.

    • Kathy says:

      Suhaila, thank you. I am glad you like reading my stories! And thank you for sharing your thoughts. I know how hard it is to write in a language not your own.

  10. FINALLY I made it here to read the Chippy story. I didn’t want to laugh as I read. Oh, no, I really didn’t I felt my own back stiffen when I realized that Chippy took advantage of your generosity. How dare he? And of course you never want to feed him again, the ungrateful lout. But as I heard Barry laugh as you fumed, roles reversed, I finally let loose and laughed too. Our men. I mean, really, where on Earth do they come from? Oh, that’s right, they’re from Mars. My guy would have done the same thing. He gets SO ANGRY at the squirrels that jump up on our suet feeder and munch away. He runs out to the deck and “makes like a monster,” screaming at them. Then one morning I snuck up on my guy, whispering sweet nothings to a baby squirrel who had ventured to our deck door as if he was asking for permission to come in. If I hadn’t gotten there in time, we’d probably have a squirrel occupation in our home.
    That said, has the chipmunk returned to your homestead, beggin?

    • Kathy says:

      You crack me up so much. I LOVE how you jump right into the story and take off with more stories. You and I have that in common! Love how your monster husband turns into a precious squirrel-whisperer. Ain’t that life? As per said chipmunk, he attempted to CHEW OUR NEW WINDOWSILL after said incident. We are both trying to stay strong and not feed, as our new windows cost $11,000 just months ago. Fortunately, said chipmunk must be nesting or something for he/she has done a disappearing act. 🙂

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