This is not the greatest way to start your Sunday. When the
Saint animal control guy first came to the house to remove the woodchuck I had caught in my Havahart trap, he said that where there is one, there are several. Guess what, he was right!
Let’s start the story from where we last left off with our woodchuck gossip. As a precaution to keep what’s left of my garden in a healthy state, I have continued setting my trap as much as possible to deter my new woodchuck neighbors. Several plants have snapped back after being eaten by a woodchuck earlier in July and I vowed to keep it that way. Last weekend, the food that I had loaded the trap with came up missing with nothing to show for it. I had actually seen a chipmunk run in and bring out a piece of cantaloupe, so I figured that the food was going out in that manner–to an animal very light in weight so that it doesn’t trip the trap, but crafty enough to get the bait out.
This Sunday morning, I woke up and looked out the window as I do every morning that the trap is set. The door was closed! I crept out in pajamas and my garden boots. I listened for any sounds coming out of the trap–silence. I lightly kicked the trap. If you were inside a cage and trapped and then someone kicked the trap, wouldn’t you run around a little or at least give out a scream? I got zip. So I took my scissors and cut open the black contractor bag I had placed around the trap. Look at what was on the other side looking at me………
#2 is much smaller than #1 and less crazy. Less crazy meaning #2 isn’t slamming itself against the trap door to try to escape. I have to say that I am still not brave enough to pick up the trap and empty it, but I was less crazed than the first time I caught one. Who knows, by the time I catch #6 in my trap, I might be a real frontier man. I could live with the Laura Ingalls Wilder family on Plum Creek and trap my own food and drink water out of a stream. Who am I kidding? I’ll never be like that….and please God, don’t let there be 6!
Guess what? It is time for another edition of Friday Dance Party on Acorns On Glen. It’s the time where we give thanks for making it through another week and for being alive and present here on Earth. How do we celebrate another week of living? We dance. So, are you alive this Friday? Are you and your family safe and sound? Take a few seconds now to be in the moment and realize what a great life you truly have. Did you give thanks for that?
Good, now let’s dance.
Do you ever have one of those weeks that seem to fly by? So fast that it is almost a blur. You know you went through it, but you don’t remember much about it. Well, this seems to be the week that I’ve had. I’ve been working a lot and so that has left little time to do other, more exciting things. Who would have thought that the woodchuck trapping adventure would be the highlight of my week? It seems for a while that all I was doing was running a 24-hour woodchuck reporting network. I was so crazed to catch that animal and save my garden! One part of the story I didn’t write about yet was that every time I went out to deal with the trap I hummed or sang Bon Jovi’s ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’ under my breath. The song just seemed to get me into the proper mindset for the work that had to be done. Funny how I feel bad now about removing the animal from our property. It’s like the universe is going to hunt me down or something for upsetting the cosmic pecking order of things in the environment. So here’s to the woodchuck and all the excitement that he caused. Yes, the woodchuck was ‘Wanted – Dead or Alive’. Glad the alive part worked out for him. Glad the week worked out for us. Another one down and we made it through. Let’s celebrate and dance to my personal ode to the varmint, Bon Jovi’s ‘Wanted Dead or Alive’. I’ve always liked this song and the video with the big hair from the ’80s brings back a lot of old memories. Honestly, I kind of miss that big-haired rocker look. Do you? Have fun dancing!
The battle with Woodchuck was a short one. Within an hour and a half of setting my Havahart trap on Sunday, I came home to see the trap door shut and something was inside. By the force that this mystery creature was hitting against the door in hopes of breaking it open and escaping, I knew it was most likely my nemesis, Woodchuck. Since it was still daylight, I also knew it was most likely not a raccoon, a possum or a skunk. Although I was the victor, it didn’t all go down so well. This email was sent late Sunday evening, July 15, to a person that worked with us early this gardening season to get rid of whatever was eating my garden:
Subject: HELP!! Our Saddest Request For Services Yet
I’m sure you will enjoy this, but remember how I had called you and you found a firm that set traps and tried to catch whatever was eating my garden? I think it was like Enviro Care or Bio Care…something like that. Well, after they left at the end of a week’s time, the animal that was destroying my garden struck again a few times. Basically ruined my garden!! So I thought I could trap the animal myself and then remove it to somewhere far away. So I bought a Havahart trap and set it this weekend thinking I could catch the woodchuck (what I swear is eating my garden). I did just what the company you sent us did and put the trap into a contractor garbage bag so the critter wouldn’t know what it was and stuffed it with ripe cantaloupe. If I caught the animal, I was sure I could take it somewhere far away.
Well, I caught it. I caught something. I think it is a woodchuck, but can’t really tell because I can’t get the trash bag pulled down far enough to see it. I saw a paw only and that was enough to freak me out. It was a paw with yellow-like claws…sickening. I am not man enough to get the rest of the trash bag off and then take the trapped animal to a new place very far away from Glen Road. The paw, claw and the smell (a dirty smell; not a skunk smell at all) were enough to set me free. I can’t do it. Is it possible to call that company again and have them come get rid of the animal? I would like to get my trap back and keep setting it and then be able to call them to get rid of whatever I catch if that is ok with them, so let me know their number and contact information again after you call them.
Sorry for this, but I thought I was tougher than what I turned out to be. 🙂 If this company can come and remove the animal far away and then bring my trap back, that would be great. I’ll set the trap again so if I have their number I would like to call if I catch anything so they can come again and remove it. This will save them some time and help me grow a garden. Let me know what they say.
The trap picture above contains the critter. The person from the removal company did come back very early on Monday morning and moved the animal in the trap to a new location far away. He confirmed to me that it was Woodchuck. My trap is now reset in its same spot in case any Woodchuck family members decide to come and feast on my garden. You want to know the truth? While I am glad that my garden may be able to grow a little during the rest of the Summer, I feel bad about trapping and moving Woodchuck. Woodchuck was a part of Glen Road just like I am. Maybe he should have been able to stay?? I guess Woodchuck should have planted his own garden to eat and then things would have been fine….or would they have been?
DEAD OR ALIVE
Yes, it’s you I’m talking to Woodchuck. Your crime? Crimes against humanity. Crimes against a garden, it’s owner and all the vegetables and flowers you’ve destroyed. After what you’ve done while I was on vacation means that I have to take our battle up a notch. It’s me versus you. Man versus beast. One of us has to go and it’s not going to be me…..I have way too many things that I’d have to pack. I knew something was up in my garden and now I am keenly aware that it is not a slug problem. How do I know it’s you, Woodchuck? It all starts the morning after my return from Las Vegas and a walk back to the garden. These are the green beans that I saw and now grow. No slug could do this. I found the hole you dug under the fence and looked at all your destruction.
YOU GOTS TO GO!!
As someone who loves to garden, seeing my garden in bad shape was pretty devastating. I tried to stop the damage early, as many of you have read, and thought that I had been successful. Between the fence, the company that came and set traps and moved animals to another location and the various slug removal ideas made it look like I was beyond the destruction that had been occurring. I felt so smart!! Well, that is not the case anymore. I’m taking matters into my own hands. I am going to become my own Daniel Boone and catch Woodchuck on my own.
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
How? I bought a woodchuck sized Havahart trap. I saw how the firm that came early this season set their trap up. They put their trap inside a black contractor’s garbage bag. Makes it look less like a trap and more like a dark little tunnel to those smart woodchuck critters. I can do that. They filled it with onions. I’m going to do one better….I have read a number of internet articles and I’m filling my trap with ripe cantaloupe, sliced onions and seafood flavored cat chow. I am going to put the food in the front of the trap, in the middle of the trap and then in the back so that when Woodchuck gets back there, it will trip the lever and the door will come down and trap it. I’ve decided that on Friday and Saturday night, I will not set the trap, but fill it with food. Woodchuck will come both days and eat the food and get used to the set up. Then I’ll set it on Sunday and hope that Woodchuck feels comfortable going inside the trap and then I’ll get it.
I WILL WIN!!
Right now, I’m pretty sure I will be able to remove the cage if I catch Woodchuck and open it far away from Glen Road so that the animal can get out. Well, let’s say I’m 75% sure I can do this. I have never really liked critters, so there is always the small chance I will need someone else to do it. I’m feeling confident though since I know that if I can’t do this, then my garden will be done for this season (if it isn’t already!).
DOWN WITH WOODCHUCKS
I’m more concerned about Woodchuck getting aggressive with me than I am about overcoming my fear of critters. I think I’m pretty smart, but reading on the internet about woodchucks makes me believe they are smart too. What if Woodchuck tries to trap me?!?! Here’s hoping I’m working against a dumb woodchuck versus a smart one. I’ll keep you posted…………..
I know that what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas, but I won’t give too much away from our trip. As usual, the weather was hot and so was the Strip. Lots of great food, some wild cocktails, a trip to see Celine, some shopping and lots of gambling has to add up to a great time and this trip was no exception. Turn up Elvis and enjoy my random thoughts and shots from our trip. It’s good to be home, but Viva Las Vegas!!
It’s time for Friday Dance Party here on Acorns On Glen. It’s the time where we give thanks for making it through another week and for being alive and present here on Earth. How do we celebrate another week of living? We dance. So, are you alive this Friday? Are you and your family safe and sound? Take a few seconds now to be in the moment and realize what a great life you truly have. Did you give thanks for that?
Good, now let’s dance.
It’s time for a little vacation for us here on Glen Road. We’ve decided to head out to Las Vegas. Nothing is smarter than leaving Connecticut when it’s 99 degrees outside and heading to Las Vegas where it is 107 degrees! Don’t worry that we will go up in flames and melt into the desert. For the most part, we hardly go outside. If you do, it is usually off to the pool where you can find a cabana to shield you from the sun or misters that blow water on you to keep you cool. While we like to gamble, we also like a few days in Las Vegas to hit up a few restaurants, see some shows and just have fun. But back to the gambling…..it would be nice to win a little bit of money. I’m not talking millions (well, maybe I am), but at least enough to cover the cost of our trip. It just never really seems to happen. We must not have that much luck. That’s where Frank Sinatra comes in. I’ve decided if I listen to this week’s song “Luck Be A Lady Tonight” over and over and over, then I will get enough luck to win some money. Either that or I’ll get so sick of listening to the song, I will never want to listen to it again. So, turn your speakers up a little and go back in time with Frank on his wish for luck. You’ll notice Frank does a little dancing and you should too. You’ve made it through another week and deserve it. If you don’t hear from us again, you’ll know that we hit it big and are looking for our new house in Beverly Hills. Wouldn’t that be great!?!