On Sunday evening, this little teenager groundhog went into the trap. The first one I caught was also a teenager, so perhaps they are siblings. In any case, both of them are old enough to be out seeking their own place in the world ... and that place is down the road at an abandoned old house.
"I may never eat corn again ... it will probably give me nightmares."
"This truck is way cleaner than the one my friend was riding in."
Yesterday's groundhog was a big one, and it was a mean and defiant critter ... hissed and growled at me, and tried to bite me through the wire when I reached to pick up the trap. (This is probably the same one that was lounging on our pavilion last week.)
"What are YOU looking at?"
Is it possible for a groundhog to look down its nose at you?
Frightened, but not letting on.