The chipmunks in our front yard created an underground tunnel system that rivals those of Vietnam in the 1970s. At first, it was only one or two of the fluffy little creatures, scurrying about. Now, it’s just plain insulting. I think they should start chipping in to pay the mortgage.
We’ve noticed holes in the yard for months now, but the holes are getting bigger and more numerous. The final straw came yesterday when we noticed that they removed a rock from our stonewall by the sidewalk.
This means war.
Where is Bill Murray when you need him?
Hubby set up the Havahart trap (have-a-heart) with peanut butter. I have a feeling that the little rodents will merely enjoy a fine meal, and leave the trap unlatched, laughing all the way back to the tunnels.
Considering the amount of holes in the front yard, I am sure there is a whole village in there. Here’s some of the things they are probably doing:
My husband will be calling the Pest Control people to find out what we are able to do to rid our yard of these little guys.
I don’t think they plan to leave anytime soon.