Misadventures in wildlife management. Getting a chipmunk out of the garage. Yesterday I finished up with a project for the neighbor. We then assembled the thing on their deck. Meanwhile, the garage door was open. A perfect invitation to chipmonks to invade. Well 1 at least. And it found that my garage shoes make a nice bed/nest. I thought I had gotten it out of the garage, but it circled around and hid in 1 of the shoes.
Okay so today getting ready to take Maggie to an appointment, I opened the door from the mud room to the garage and the chipmunk bolted from the shoe. Fortunately it ran under the car, and not into the house. I thought it was out, so off to the appointment, and a little shopping, then home. Backed the car into the garage, and went around to help Maggie get out, but guess what? It was still in the garage. In the shoes again.
I was banging on stuff with a 3 pound hammer trying to make sure it was gone. Last thing was to thump the shoes before opening the mud room door. 1st shoe, nothing. 2nd shoe, again nothing. 3rd shoe, still nada. What's the chance it's going to be in the 4th shoe? 100 percent! And I didn't even have to thump it.
That little critter was off and running, and right past Maggie's feet, out of the garage door and heading for the front lawn. I threw the hammer at it but hit the engine hoist. Which was good, as it made lots of noise right next to the chipmunk. It was gone, and we got the garage door closed quick!
I need a hungry garage cat!
Okay so today getting ready to take Maggie to an appointment, I opened the door from the mud room to the garage and the chipmunk bolted from the shoe. Fortunately it ran under the car, and not into the house. I thought it was out, so off to the appointment, and a little shopping, then home. Backed the car into the garage, and went around to help Maggie get out, but guess what? It was still in the garage. In the shoes again.
I was banging on stuff with a 3 pound hammer trying to make sure it was gone. Last thing was to thump the shoes before opening the mud room door. 1st shoe, nothing. 2nd shoe, again nothing. 3rd shoe, still nada. What's the chance it's going to be in the 4th shoe? 100 percent! And I didn't even have to thump it.
That little critter was off and running, and right past Maggie's feet, out of the garage door and heading for the front lawn. I threw the hammer at it but hit the engine hoist. Which was good, as it made lots of noise right next to the chipmunk. It was gone, and we got the garage door closed quick!
I need a hungry garage cat!
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