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.