woodchucks

After growing quite well all summer, suddenly the woodchucks have attacked Moe's garden. He was almost in tears when we came out and saw that almost everything had been chewed down.

This apparently meant war.

We have covered the garden in moth balls - yet we saw them walking around again.

So I did what any former pyromaniac would do. I poured tiki torch fuel down their hole and set it on fire. Then I set some mothballs on fire and rolled those down the hole too.

While I didn't manage to start a forest fire, I did accidentally catch a few stray logs on fire. Thankfully the watering can was there to fight them.

I bet those little bastards will come out in fire fighter outfits and go back to eating the garden.

My next attempt will be to spray the whole garden with synthetic fox urine or something that supposedly scares them.

Perhaps next time I'll pour gasoline down the hole and see how they like that.