Peas and Carrots JEN NAY!

Ok, the Jenny that I am referring to will get the title . . .and be horrified that I am using it in my blog and adding her story to my story.

Earlier this summer, Jenny, Trina and I got together for lunch. This is a guaranteed laugh riot.

So, at some point, I catch Jenny telling Trina something along the lines that the chipmunk bit her.

I'm not really sure what I was doing that I missed the first part of the story . . . I was probably playing with my Blackberry, Bob.

But, I stopped the conversation at that point and made her start over.

Apparently, she was outside and saw a cat attacking a chipmunk. So, Jenny held the cat at bay (and this is where it gets funny), leaned down and picked up the chipmunk to "save" it. What did she get for saving its life? It bit her. She then threw it to the ground which probabaly made it a retarded chipmunk. That's a funny picture right there. I asked her why she just didn't squirt them with a garden hose. Surely they would each have run away. Or, at least be so stunned that the cat would stop attacking the chipmunk.

So, a few weeks ago, I was coming in the house and saw something moving in our little plastic pond. I figured it was a frog and I went over to check. For those of you not familiar with my strange ways, I am facinated by turtles and frogs. I rarely see one that I dont pick it up and fiddle with it for a little bit.

When I got closer, I realized it was a chipmunk in the pond. Apparently, he had slipped into it and couldn't get out because the edges are straight up and down and the water level was too low for him to grip the rim. Last year I found a dead baby mole in the pond for the same reason. I have considered posting a sign that says "No lifeguard on duty" to help alleviate the issue.

Now, I am normally one to let nature take its course. But, I didn't want to have to nag my husband about fishing out the dead chipmunk for a week.

So, I ran inside and grabbed the large purple plastic bowl that we use for Halloween candy. Don't ask why it was so handy. It's another story.

Then, I ran out to the pond, scooped up the chipmunk with as little water in the bowl as possible and dumped him out on to the ground.

He stood there panting for a few seconds and then skittered away. I did stop to take a picture of him before I rescued him. You know me, I have to have pictures of everything.

I AM NOT A TREE HUGGER, NOR DO I THINK I CAN SAVE THE WORLD. But, that had to be good for my Karma, right? And, I didn't get bit in the process.