Yesterday, I live-trapped two more chipmunks in our never-ending scheme to reduce the looting of Desiree's flowers and exotic (at least to our prairie) vegetables planted around our house. I noticed the second caught critter ping-ponging around inside the trap at midday.
"Jeez,"
I said when I picked up the trap, "you need to chill before you have a
mini chipmunk heart attack. I am just going to drive you down the road and let
you go."
After
picking up the trap, I headed back into the house as a shortcut to the garage.
"Tell you what," I said to the trapped critter, "I'll turn you
into the prodigal chipmunk and give you a big adventure."
With
that said, I gave it a quick tour of the dining room and kitchen, explaining
things. "We call that a table. Those are chairs. Check out the LED lights.
Nice, right?" When we got to my laptop, I hovered the trap near the
screen. "That's a computer. You're not likely to see one of those
again."
A
few minutes later, we found ourselves over a mile down the road, where I
released the prodigal chipmunk into a knot of tall sagebrush. "Just
consider this," I said as the chipmunk vanished into the tangles.
"The latest theories suggest we may all be nothing more than minor players
in a grand simulation."
—Mitchell
Hegman
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