I was blogging this morning in my study when a little furry visitor scurried in to say hi. Yes, we have a chipmunk in our house! He tried sneaking up on me in my study. This was a huge violation of my sacred space. I jumped up and said, “Hey, stop right there Mister!” and chased him down the stairs, around the couch and into the basement.
We battled it out around all the boxes and junk for about 10 minutes before he disappeared. Seemingly defeated, I wandered up stairs to the living room and there he was again by the TV. I blocked off the path to upstairs and downstairs and chased him around. I opened both outside doors to shew him out. He didn’t want to go outside so he breached my blockade to the kitchen ran towards the basement door. Finding it closed he was cornered by the trash. After a valiant struggle and high speed chase I managed to trap him under a bowl in the kitchen!!!!!
I’m holding him hostage at the moment! I’m trying to get information from him. He’s resolved to not speak. I just want to know what he was after upstairs in my study. The nuts are stored in the kitchen. The only thing he could have been after are my precious books. I wonder which book he wanted to sneak back to his little chipmunk headquarters. I’m guessing it was my signed copy of “Surprised By Hope” by N. T. Wright. Not on my watch, Alvin! Better luck next time!