I was sitting on the front porch at my daughter's house reading a book when a bright yellow mustang slowed right in front of the house, paused briefly, and then went zipping on up the road. Odd. When the next two cars that came along did a similar slow/pause/go routine, I had to get up and see who or what was holding up traffic.
It was a groundhog, a scrawny one, running in circles on one little patch of road right in front of the house. It looked as if it was chasing its tail, but whenever a car came close, the groundhog would stop going in circles and charge directly toward the car. It put on quite a show, switching between circling and charging over and over while three of us watched, puzzled.
Groundhogs normally appear on roads in one of only two attitudes--quick or dead--so this little fellow was clearly not normal. Rabid, maybe? Even if he wasn't a health hazard, he posed a serious road hazard.
So the resident he-man strode out forcefully, armed with a spade, and approached the groundhog, which turned and charged right toward him. I don't want to ruin anyone's dinner by going into too much detail, but in the timeless battle between man and groundhog, man won. The show is over. The goundhog is no more.
But the traffic is moving along briskly.
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Does this mean we get six more weeks of summer?? B
Seriously - Garry offed the whistlepig? Wow.
Deader than a doornail. And he disposed of the remains, although you probably don't want to know how.
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