There was talk in the neighborhood.
I didn’t want to believe it.
I knew they would be…eventually. It was just a matter of time.
Is it a he? Or is it a she? It really doesn’t matter.
The groundhogs have returned. When I was a child we called them woodchucks. Some even refer to them as whistlepigs. It really doesn’t matter.
My husband thinks they are cute. I do not.
For hours I slaved away sowing seeds last year.
English Peas. Gone.
Parsnips…well you get it…GONE!
While I understand these creatures need to eat, there are plenty of other options for them. Our neighborhood it a bounteous buffet. Step right up and it’s all yours, rodents!
But alas, all they want are what I have planted with my own two hands.
This means war! Man the battle stations!
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