I might’ve mentioned that Cheeto the Cat has launched an aggressive catch-and-release program with our neighborhood chipmunks. (He catches them outside and releases them in our house.) Our Have-A-Heart trap is working overtime.
We have now returned to the wild all but one of Cheeto’s rodent collection. And this one’s stubborn. We know it’s in the guest room because it has left unseemly evidence of its presence there. And we’ve moved the trap several times, trying to put it in Mr. Chipmunk’s path. Last night, Dave saw him dart into the living room, spot us, and dart back toward the guest room. So we put the trap in the doorway and closed the door against it. No way out but through the trap.
Animal lover that I am, I was tempted to put some food and water in there. But no—for his own good, Mr. Chipmunk needs to get hungry enough and thirsty enough to risk running into the trap so that I can set him free and return him to the place where he was meant to be.
I think there have been many times in my stubborn life when I’ve backed myself into a corner and God has let me get hungry enough and thirsty enough so that I would have no choice but to let Him put me back where I needed to be. Just call me Ms. Chipmunk.
[Image by Gerald Rencehausen @ Freerangestock.com]