Flander's Lane, Washington Maine

Flander's Lane is named after my grandfather, Roland Flanders. It is a short dirt road with a few camps set on Washington Pond. There are tales that Flander's Lane is haunted. At least that's what my grandfather says.

Monday, July 2, 2007

Chipmunks

Maine ChipmunkHere's a much cuter way for us to dispose of our watermelon rinds instead of feeding the slugs. Now I just put them out by the fire pit, and during the day we can watch the chipmunks nibble on the fruit. There are tons of chipmunks here in the pine grove. They chatter at us as we come and go. What could be cuter than chipmunks?

Their eyes are so beautiful. They have huge black eyes outlined in white fur. They let us get really close, so they don't seem too afraid of us. I mean, we're making them fat with all the watermelon we eat, so I guess we have a symbiotic relationship going on.

This is way better than putting the watermelon rinds down by lake where the slugs take over. It was so gross that putting the rinds in the sun to dry up is a way better solution. It's tough, no one has lived here in Grampy Flander's cabin for a long time, so there have not been any people here for years. People create a lot of waste no matter how "aware" one tries to be. When we shop, we try and be mindful of packaging. We buy products in paper instead of plastic. I can use the paper to contain other things, and when it's used up, paper is good kindling for the fire pit.

chipmunk nibbles watermelonIt's nice to sit inside, look out at the lake across the fire pit, and watch the chipmunks scamper around, competing for the watermelon. At night there's a chipmunk that has figured out how to get into our ceiling space. Once in a while I can hear her run across the top of the suspended ceiling. I've even seen her outside on the roof, where she disappears under the eaves of our bathroom.

One late night I smacked a mosquito on the ceiling, and by chance the chipmunk must have been sleeping in the same exact spot, because it startled her, and me. We both jumped out of our skin, and the chipmunk made a big sound and ran across the top of the ceiling to collect herself. After that she was wide awake and ran around all night over our heads making tons of scratchy sounds. It drove me nuts.

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