Yesterday I stopped in the road and threw kisses and waved goodbye. When I looked away from the window I saw a chipmunk sitting upright on the front porch. It looked as if it was waving its little arms.
Normally, I’d think something like this was cute; a little woodland creature sending me off to work in some sort of Disneyesque fantasy moment. The problem is I’ve murdered several chipmunks over the past few summers - killed them in truly brutal ways that involved poison, a garden hose, a pellet gun and a shovel.
With this much chipmunk blood on my hands, there was no way I could interpret this rodent’s actions as being friendly. I witnessed a throw down. This was a bold, hate-filled animal creeping me out like Max Cady just out of prison.
Menacing.
I’m waiting for his next move. Or maybe I should take it.
No matter what happens, I don’t see this ending well for either of us.
3 comments:
My money is on the chipmunk.
ok, why is this chipmunk image familiar to me?! i can't come up with where i've see it. do you have my number? 'cuz you should call me or i'll be up all night trying to figure it out!
Kandy, this clip has been everywhere:
click here.
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