Nature calls!
Alvin—without Theodore and Simon.
Walking along the second-floor corridor to my end apartment after a morning stroll around the complex, I espied a small, brownish lump on the carpet. As I drew nearer, the “lump” sprang to life, scampering up the third flight of stairs in a second. My fleeting glimpse was enough to identify the escape artist as a baby chipmunk—kit.
It was news to me, that our uninvited guest had the run of the place all week! If I knew this, I may not have slept a wink, worried the little fella could intrude under the door space.
Well, what comes around goes around! And, it did, during my evening walk.
Rounding the bend aligned with the front lobby, I see one of the residents holding a door wide open. Seizing an opportunity, the chipmunk charged out of the lobby and scurried up the hill into the woods.
Nature calls!
The few of us who witnessed this speedy egress were overjoyed to see the chipmunk bolt to its stomping ground. During these turbulent times overshadowed by a pandemic and social unrest, we shared an untainted jubilant moment.
If there is a kindred Theodore or Simon, I hope the chipmunk finds them.
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budd
About two months ago there was a very pregnant possum in the backyard when I did my exercise about 10 pm every night. Lately, we've been seeing a miniature possum looking for worms and other goodies in the garden. I'm pretty sure I know where that one came from. The cycle of life goes on. And possums will outlast the dinosaurs again.
Ron
Have a blessed weekend.