For a second year, he has taken up residence in the burrow he built underneath the Forsythia at the back of the yard. Right next to one of our gardens. He made an appearance yesterday, and Rufus Dragon alerted us to the situation.
I used to think he was cute whenever I pulled up, and he was sitting under the apple tree nibbling on fallen fruit. Then I read about how groundhogs are nothing more than very destructive rodents.
No worries. We have a plan for him and all the other woodland creatures that ramble through (this means you too Bambi & Thumper). We've told the eldest spawn to feel free to take some time for target practice with his paintball gun. If you see a critter with a big green or blue dot smack dab in the middle of their forehead, then you know.
What? Is that wrong?
Actually, I'm hoping that between Twinkletoes and the fencing the critters will be deterred so don't get anyone with PETA's panties in a wad. No animals have been harmed during the writing of this blog.
Next...transplanting tomatoes. And a high of 43 on Saturday? Didn't you say it was going to be an early Spring Phil? Maybe you should've stayed in Punxatawny.