Raymond Joseph
Burrow.
HA. get it ??? he’s a groundhog … Raymond Burr, Joe Burrow ..
& when he first entered my orbit, I thought I was funny, he was cute and under our back porch this fella decided to hunker. And just so you know, throughout the many years of residing in this palace, we’ve had quite the list of wannabes trying desperately to share space
mouse
snake
raccoon
squirrel
wasp
worm
bee
spider
deer
fox
coyote
bat
cricket
rabbit
skunk
toad
opossum
bird
& I’m all about being kind to critters, but c’mon guys, let’s be reasonable.
So anyways, there’s Raymond Joseph doing his thing, Husband and I doing ours, until a few short days later, when we paused our busy with a you hear that ?? and DUH !! with the keyword being
dare I say a slight panic set in ?? and hey there, Mr. Burrow !! you absolutely CANNOT do what comes naturally,
NONONO, not here, not now, not ever.
So off to Google Husband trotted, knowing the whattodo?? answers would be a short click away.
YaY
Poison ??
(definitely not)
Cage ??
(errr, maybe ?? but then what ??)
Irish Spring Bar Soap
(oooooh, I love that scent)
Pet urine ??
(we have fish)
Human urine ??
(seriously, stop.)
& yep, the possibilities were endless, but sonic, we decided.
& talk about a device that totally lives up to it’s hype !! WoWza. A press of the button, a look out the window and not a bunny, not a squirrel, not a darn anything scurrying about our backyard !! VACATED !!! EMPTY !! Everyone’s gone.
Coincidence ?? we pondered. hmmmm. We turn it off and back they are. On. They disappear. Off. Appear. It’s pretty mindbogglingly amazing. But since I like the frolicking of nature, OFF, it will stay because those sonic waves worked on Raymond Joseph too, he doesn’t live here anymore !! But just in case that hole digging wild dude gets a notion to move back in ??
Intervention, fellow varmints.
!! Intervene !!
🙂