Living in the mountains in a 120 year old
cabin has its complexities and issues. Alas,
mice are perennial, but can be dealt with;
it just takes time. But this time, I have a
pesky chipmonk. I've been live-trapping
him for three days, to no avail. He saunters
in, helps himself to a nice supper and
slithers right on out through the wires. I'm
so angry with him, his chutzpah . . . I toss
treats to our surrounding animalia every
single day . . . but NO, that's not enough
for this guy . . . his sole mission in life is
to drive me even crazier than I already am.
I give up! I surrender!! I'm moving out!!!
Help!!!
yes loving nature
yes adoring mother earth
no not in my house
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