The downside of said flora, however, is the accompanying fauna. And I'm not talking about the typical stuff we've dealt with everywhere we've lived--ants, spiders and geckos, and house mice. We even had a rat get into our home in California. That stuff's normal.
What I'm talking about critters that I never saw in the wilds of suburban Salt Lake Valley. Apparently Virginia is the squirrel equivalent of Florida, because they are everywhere. Our first year here we had a very persistent raccoon that took undue pleasure in tipping our trash can over and spreading rubbish over the back yard. Every night. EVERY NIGHT. One Saturday afternoon I was taking out the trash and there it was, ready to demonstrate it's well-honed trash-can-tipping technique.
Then there were the two separate occasions when chipmunks got into our house. We were able to chase one of them out, we never did find the other one. My kids tell me a snake lives under the neighbor's concrete stoop--oddly enough, he says he doesn't appear to have any problems with chipmunks...
So anyway, this past spring after I got back from my trip to Thailand, I noticed there was a big hole on the backside of my garbage can.
|Those holes are special-order.|
Messing with my rubbish bin apparently wasn't enough, though. Mali hosted a party last night, and I got the barbeque grill out so that they could cook some meat. I noticed a small hole in the grill cover.
|Yup, that's a varmint-chewed hole!|
Except for a few telltale droppings I probably would never have figured it out. So, whatever varmint was responsible, I'd like to first of all say thank you for cleaning off my grill. But next time, please don't chew a hole in the cover, just ask and I'll let you have a go.
Lest I go all Yosemite Sam on your furry little carcass.