I guess if your home has a sliding glass door, you’re practically inviting woodchucks to peek inside.
I can’t be mad at woodchucks, though. Many years ago, there was a woodchuck who lived at the base of the left field fence on our softball field. One night I hit a line drive that rolled to the fence… and then down to woodchuck hole! The ground rules didn’t cover it, so I got to stroll around the bases for a leisurely home run while the left fielder loudly let the woodchuck know exactly what he thought of it.
I wonder how many balls I’d have to hit before that happened again.
That’s a one in a million shot, but you got a homer out of it. 🙂 I don’t know that I’ve ever actually seen a Woodchuck. Interesting critter.
You see a lot of them in New Jersey.
I’d love to have the experience of seeing one.
Once in my innocent childhood, I saw a mother woodchuck leading three babies across a neighbor’s back yard. Naturally I had to go over there and pet the babies. The mother let me get away with it. You **know** it’d be rabies shots if I got bitten! I was called away before I could make any real trouble for myself.
That’s an amazing experience.
Ha-ha, funny! How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a… er, sorry, I forgot my lines…
“woodchuck could chuck wood.” Funny story. No woodchucks around these parts. This is squirrel country.
Thanks for finishing it for me, whiterabbit!! 🙂 We don’t have any woodchucks here either…