A couple of days ago, Chip-the-Munk (a feisty chipmunk)
zipped into the house when the door was left ajar. After an hour of hiding in relative safety of the laundry
room, Chip scampered out to face my husband, challenging him face-to-face. It was a stand-off. Then he darted, and my hubby darted, and
he darted the other way, and they both zig-zagged toward the open sliding door
(can you just picture this??) where
Chip obliged by whizzing outside, lickety-split.
Today while cleaning under a plant stand in an obscure
corner behind the piano, I notice several tablespoons of black pellet-like
blobs in a pile. What ARE those
things? Are they bugs? Worms? Will they move? Do we have an infestation in the house?! I dare to touch one; it is hard as a
rock. Then I bend down
closer. AH! Sunflower seeds?! HOW did sunflower seeds end up HERE?
But then I remember Chip! Evidently he ran into the house with a mouthful of seeds
(gathered from underneath our outside birdfeeder), and in the frenzied panic of
the moment, and/or to unload baggage and enhance his mobility, he dumped his
load of mysterious black stuff right there in the dark corner.
I’m sure he’ll not be back for it.
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