A running skirmish has gone on for months with Gerald, our resident groundhog, who likely was living beneath our house when we moved here in 2016. He has eluded all attempts to dislodge him. Today, we finally caught him away from home, and packed all his tunnels with concrete. As of nightfall, he had made no attempts to dig his way back in, but he left us his signature in protest. I doubt we've seen the last of him.

Henry's books.


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