Do not feed chipmunks Cheetos.
Called my Dad today to see how the family trip to Chicago went. All was well, but Dad is getting old and grumpy about everything. Thing is he's not that old, age is an excuse to be grumpy. He was kvetching about the trip and then goes "Oh! And a chipmunk bit me. Drew blood!" My first thought is midwest rabid chipmunks and ask him to get rabies shots, which he refuses. Then he tells me that he was feeding the chipmunk cheetos, laid down on a beach towel to take a nap, and awoke to the chipmunk gnawing on his finger! Well? Duh! The Curse of Orange Cheeto Dust Finger!
My Dad has been bitten by dogs, otters, cats, and now chipmunk and attacked by quail and deer. I totally need him to write all his escapes down or have him dictate them. Book or podcast!
My Dad has been bitten by dogs, otters, cats, and now chipmunk and attacked by quail and deer. I totally need him to write all his escapes down or have him dictate them. Book or podcast!