My Chipmunk Was Murdered Last Night!
Every morning, I peek out the window and see Chippy chipmunk sitting at the corner of my deck. Our morning ritual begins with me tossing a few unsalted peanuts onto the deck, going back inside, and the peanuts magically disappear within minutes.
This morning, where tiny paws once pitter-pattered, there was emptiness.
I tossed a few peanuts onto the deck as I took my trash to the end of my campsite (to be picked up by Campground staff).
I plopped the trash bag down and right next to it I see what remains of a chipmunk.
It’s now late afternoon and the peanuts are still laying on my deck. I can only assume one of the nearby farm cats that roam the campground is responsible for Chippy’s demise.
An investigation is underway (maybe)…