This is a chipmunk. They have begun their season of terror. After a long winter’s sleep, they are awake and back in force on Glen Road. Today, I looked out of the window and there they were. Running, playing, clicking. It’s the clicking I can’t stand. I have read in some articles that they click when they sense danger and other articles point out that it is how they mate. All I know is that when I hear clicking at 7 AM on a Saturday morning, I would like to run up to them and wring their little necks. If only I could catch them! The rest of the family on Glen Road comes from Brooklyn, NY. Wildlife there consisted of horrible stories people would tell them about the 20 pound rat or attacks from killer cockroaches that could fly after you. Anytime the Brooklyn side sees a chipmunk, there is screaming, yelling and crying. EVERYONE, GET INTO THE HOUSE! MOUSE! RUN! WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?! They make me anxious when I catch one running across the patio out of the corner of my eye as the last rays of sun beam down. WHAT WAS THAT? IS SOMEONE OUT THERE? For the most part, our move to the country has been great….we could just do without so much wildlife, especially the chipmunks. What wildlife terror stories do you have to share?