An almost dead chipmunk was sitting in the garage, just inside the door to the house. Looking at the mayhem in the garage, it appears to have been trapped when I closed the garage door after playing outside with Belle. It then tried to get out the window, chewing through the strings to the blinds. After little success with that endeavor, it went spastic and just starting chewing things.
One of the things that looked particularly delicious was a grease soaked rag... the rag used to lube my bike's chain on a regular basis. The little guy didn't make it far after that. It crawled about 5 ft from the rag to the place Cheryl found it...
