So, this isn’t the best picture in the world. I had to dig through some film camera archives and pull it out. But trust me…you’ll understand why when you keep reading.
In the last installment of “As the Groundhog Turns” (he he) we had just left Jimmy being green in our smoke-filled house. If you missed that story, you can read it here:
We hadn’t seen Mr. Groundhog for a while. This is one of the first pictures I took of him.
At least, we’re totally assuming it’s a him. It’s not like we have supporting evidence to back up that assumption. You can see him through the deck spindles, with our old shed in the background.
I’ve circled him, just to make it easy.
I was home one afternoon when Jimmy burst through the back door, shouting:
“Where’s my gun?! I went in the shed to look for something, and that @#$%&* groundhog nearly jumped on my head. I’m gonna shoot that [expletive deleted]!!!”
I’m not sure if he was more mad or excited. It was sort of hard to tell.
He grabbed the gun, which at the time, was conveniently located next to the back door. It must have been close to deer season.
He disappears into the shed.
The next thing I hear: BLAM! (pause) BLAM! (longer pause). Then: BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!BLAM!
Several minutes later, the back door opens.
“Well, did you get him?”I asked.
“I’m not going to tell you. With you being an animal lover, you might be upset. So I’m not going to tell you.”
I’m reasonably certain that meant No.
That was the last we saw of Mr. Groundhog for a while. At least until Spring. BWAH HA HA HA HA HA 😉