Chipmunks are not cute. Chipmunks belong outside. Specifically, chipmunks belong at the beach at the State Park on Otsego Lake. They eat bits of dropped PB&J sandwiches and steal lost Cheetos. The skitter away from young children who think they'd make a cute pet. They do NOT belong in my house!
It took us about an hour to hustle him out the door and into the garage. Incidentally, he entered the house through that same door...which was left open over night. Brian donned gloves and his work boots, grabbed a bucket and a broom. He got him cornered in the laundry room, under the dryer. We barricaded a path with shoes and towels, and I set up a back-up trap consisting of laundry baskets lined with towels. Then, we waited.
Eventually, he came out. We were able to shoo him out the door. Brian went to work. The kids stopped jumping around like lunatics (to eat...lunatic behavior is back).
I'm still wondering if we should've captured him to ask his name.
