Mr. Dillo was trying to be SO sneaky------after days without a sighting and even talking about putting the trap up----GUESS WHO CAME TO DINNER LAST NIGHT! BIG MISTAKE---on Mr. Dillo's part. My ONE blush with a super power is my hearing! I hear EVERYTHING and sleep VERY lightly. At 4 AM, I heard something brush up against the plywood leading to the trap. I go outside with my flashlight and WHAT should I behold---
Mr. Dillo has managed to push past the plywood and is in the garden. He should have gone to work for BP for he is BUSY drilling a hole on his way to the latest oil & gas find while throwing dirt, plants, and straw behind him. NOT HAPPY---NO NOT HAPPY AT ALL!!!!!
I come back inside and cannot find the bullets for the rifle. I wake BC and UP he springs ready for the hunt!!! HE GOT HIM!!!! Mr. Dillo flew STRAIGHT UP-2 feet off the ground and managed to run off. I am pretty sure he didn't get far. DEAD EYE BOB GOT HIM!
SO FOR NOW--the trap stays and the gun is by the door again. THOSE PESKY VARMINTS!