So - I asked my sister what Alvin the chipmunk was up to, and she said, "He's been trapped!" It seems they got an exterminator in at last - Alvin had been springing all the have - a - heart traps and eating the nuts and things out of them. But she told me: "It seems there was a trail of nuts leading up to the trap, and there Alvin was inside it, trembling." Poor little thing! The exterminator was going to bring him up to a local park and let him go there; I hope he'll be happy with the other chipmunks. I would quite like a pet chipmunk; it seems our Dad had one for awhile when he was a boy. His name (the chipmunk's) was Oscar.
So, anyway, Alvin is not going to eat those escaped crickets. The frogs, who do eat crickets, are due to be released in a week, and the menagerie in the library will be thinned considerably. Those bullfrogs are ferocious little beasts - they really are! - and I think my sister will be relieved to be rid of them. Of course, she'll still have Rubeus Hagrid Betta, who is three now, as far as we can make out, and doing very well.
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Date: 2006-08-02 01:17 pm (UTC)So, anyway, Alvin is not going to eat those escaped crickets. The frogs, who do eat crickets, are due to be released in a week, and the menagerie in the library will be thinned considerably. Those bullfrogs are ferocious little beasts - they really are! - and I think my sister will be relieved to be rid of them. Of course, she'll still have Rubeus Hagrid Betta, who is three now, as far as we can make out, and doing very well.