'Tude, in my mind I still see that freakin' chipmunk poking his head up every so often, giggling at the sight of me trying to balance on my pack in that downpour, then ducking back in his dry little burrow - only to do it all over again a minute or two later. I learned to hate chipmunks when they destroyed the foundation of one of the decks on my house.
Ever see the "Alvin" movie from a couple of years ago? There's a scene where he dies (then, of course, we find out he didn't really die, dammit) - we're watching it at home, my daughter's sobbing like crazy, and I have to leave the room to keep from LMAO - and earning a stern lecture on compassion from a nine year-old who's never had to fork out thousands to repair a cute little chippy's destructive habits. I know - cold. But like I said I HATE chipmunks. Squirrels I merely despise - but only if they're on my property. They're cute in someone else's landscaping.
