In my previous post, I mentioned an unwelcome guest. My husband’s olfactory and my auditory suspicions were confirmed with a snapped trap yesterday morning. The shrew was tamed!
Then today, near the cluttered toy area–a desirable den for any heat-seeking vermin–I heard a distinct sound, similar to the first. Stifling my fear of skittering creatures–or worse, of dead skittering creatures–I followed the noise to one of the toy bins. The more I listened, the more I recognized my sought-for-culprit. I found him at the bottom of the bin, chattering away. Grasping him firmly, I headed upstairs.
“I discovered another visitor,” I said to my husband.
“Yes, a chipmunk.”
“In one of the toy bins. See?”
Horror froze on his face as I opened my cupped hand, revealing…
Theodore the Chipmunk, whose dying batteries had caused his intermittent chattering.
I hope that truly debunks the toy trunk’s mystery!