I don't really feel like I live in the "country," but I'd say it's semi-rural. My husband is from an inner city environment, so he thinks we live "in the sticks." Anyway, what follows is something I don't think would have happened at my old house, which was somewhat city-like.
So, this morning I got bit by a chipmunk. Yes, a cute little chipmunk.
I left for work this morning and Lou, one of my cats, came trotting up the lawn with something in his mouth. I figured it was another mouse...or another rat - he's been bringing those home as a trophy for me to find either near the back door or out in the lawn. (Don't worry, he doesn't eat them!) But as he got closer I realized it was a chipmunk. Poor thing was hanging upside down from his mouth.
I grabbed my gardening gloves, the ones with the heavy rubber fingers, and made Lou drop the little guy. He did, although he wasn't happy about it. After a few seconds the little guy got up and started doing somersaults, which was really weird. I figured maybe he was hurt or confused so I picked him up. Then the little bugger bit my finger and held on! Chipmunks may be tiny, but they bite hard! Luckily I had those gloves on. Otherwise I might be getting rabies shots right now. He let go, but he was still running in circles. I grabbed Lou so he wouldn't go after him again, but he started howling and squirming and scratched my leg; he's a bit of a grump. So I let him go. I didn't want Lou to grab the chipmunk again so I was trying to see if I could grab it by the tail and put him on the tree trunk. Nope. Kept squirming and trying to bite. I finally found a stick. I let him grab on and then I put him on the tree trunk. He ran up it as fast as he could!
So, I saved a cute little furry creature, but apparently it wasn't appreciated. Oh well. That's nature for ya.
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