Let this be photographic evidence that I once planted sunflowers here. Because I’m sure that now the hoard of ravenous chipmunks will be upon them.
Calvin, Simon and Theodore my…X.
I let that one on the patio have at whatever he was eating. I didn’t so much as open the door to disturb him. What was I going to do—wash the chipmunk off? Nah thanks.
Upon closer examination, it sort of looks like a roma tomato. Or perhaps a red bell pepper. So it’s possible that he poached on my neighbor’s fabulous garden instead of mine. But then he chose to eat on my patio. Sort of like take-out.
But I totally get it. Sometimes I’m jonesing for an Arby’s but would rather sit in the Chic-fil-A. Who am I to judge.
