I figured, let’s open the front and back door. Maybe he’ll see daylight, and make a run for it. Worth a try. Again, all I got was a bumble bee that made its way inside.
Okay. Let’s set a place for dinner. I poured some of my choice bird seed into a bowl and set it on the welcome mat inside. Off I went to my back porch to type a column.
That’s when I heard some obvious signs. “Scamper. Scamper. Squeak! Squeak!”
As surreptitious as one can be under these circumstances, I slowly made my way to the door, and that’s when I dropped my teeth.
Not only was there one chipmunk enjoying the fare, but two others had joined him. All of a sudden, I had three of them inside my camp and they were having a blast.
I needed the witch doctor — and I needed him badly.
Photographer and writer Tom Vartabedian is retired from the Haverhill Gazette. He contributes this regular column.