We first noticed the thing because it was invading, of all things, our fruit fly traps. We figured it was a mouse, and we caught quick glimpses of it darting away before we could positively ID it. Interestingly, it had a preference for cantaloupe. I put rinds in the fruit fly trap because they seem to love melons, and I started noticing rinds outside of the trap with little bites taken out of it. Again, I thought it was a mouse, but I should have figured it was something bigger because it had managed to take the lid off the trap and pull the fruit out.
I initially set the trap up with peanut butter and pecans, which worked for mice in the past, but this guy was having none of it. I had to change tactics and put some cantaloupe on the peanut butter. I left it over night, and sure enough, the next morning, we had a chipmunk. I sure felt like a big-game hunter. All I need is a khaki vest and matching hat. The guy was squeaking miserably as I led him the yard, and when I released him, be took off like a bolt of lightning. Another successful hunting excursion in the wild backwoods of Vermont.
Until the next time, thanks for reading.