Not quite a member of the family
Other podcasts may be cooler. They may say smarter things. They may even have an adorable baby who coos and gurgles during recording (I'm looking at you Wicked Good Podcast). But we have something that is also about the size of a baby.
No - it isn't the cat. She's the size of a toddler.
We have our very own woodchuck (also known as a ground hog). I've spotted him a few mornings in a row. He hangs out in the back yard and munches on my mostly dead hostas. It has been dry, so I didn't think it was worth watering them once we moved beyond the "we could use a little rain" levels to "verge of drought".
Apparently the woodchuck, I call him Hoggy, isn't especially interested in my unripened tomatoes. And he ignored the jalapeno peppers I tossed his way. As long as my veggie patch is not destroyed and he doesn't eat my hydrangeas, I'm okay letting Hoggy have his way with the hostas.
Wait, they can climb trees? If Hoggy jump out of a tree onto me, all bets are off.
I mentioned to Deeps that there is a groundhog. I'll skip telling him about their amazing climbing abilities. He's still scarred by that Easter I made him watch Night of the Lepus.
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I dunno, I think you're being kind. You say "cooing and gurgling", I say "screaming bloody murder", but that may be because I'm the one who has to edit it. :)
"Night of the Lepus"? Okay, that is the best Easter tradition EVER.
My favorite scene is a long shot of the wee model town, where a crew member wanders into the background and then hastily leaps back out of sight. Yeah, the big bunnies are sinister, but I'd be more worried about THAT GIANT GUY on the outskirts of town.