Oh No

I thought we were in the clear. I thought I could look forward to Cranky coming home in a relatively decent mood (relative being the operative word). I thought I wouldn't have to go through endless packages arriving at the door, each with the latest technology to eliminate chipmunks.

I was wrong.

Yesterday afternoon I heard Jr. screaming from the patio. I ran over, to find him sitting on his tricycle crying hysterically that a chipmunk had popped up and scared him.

They're back.

And there's nothing we can do to stop them.

War is Hell

My husband Cranky is a fanatical golfer yet is utterly uninterested in the movie "Caddyshack."

My brother has zero interest in golf yet "Caddyshack" is one of his top two favorite movies.

Which one actually lived out the Bill Murray/rodent war in real life?

Cranky, if you read his most recent post, has finally won the never-to-be-forgotten War of the Chipmunk. Yes he has remorse and yes some people have commented negatively on his blog about it. But folks, you don't have to live with him. You have no idea what it is like to dread the sound of the garage door opening at 4:30 every day, knowing his first order of business after work was to check on the chipmunk situation. You can't imagine the torture of living with someone who comes in the house raging about this thing to the point that he can't focus on anything else.

I happen to be a vegetarian. I'm not crazy about the idea of killing animals (although truthfully my reasons for being veggie are more health-oriented). And while the thought of Cranky going medieval on this thing is distasteful, I'm more relieved than upset. One chipmunk down, I get my life back.

And all you Cranky detractors who are appalled at the death of a rodent, maybe you'll think twice next time you put that portion of dead cow on a bun in your mouth.