THE CASE OF THE RELIGIOUS GROUND HOG.
Well everyone else in the house is watching the NCAA Tournament. KU is playing and I am a K-State fan. So I will blog a bit about something that happened this morning. First off. It is a nasty first day of spring here in Kansas. It has snowed all day and it is still snowing with winds about 25 miles an hour. The roads are not bad, if you can get out of your driveway. This morning, my husbands sister called. She said that she had a ground hog in the under side of her car. Now this really upset her. Her son in law was over there trying to get the poor thing out but was not having any luck. My sister in law said that she went out this morning and noticed some thing that looked like insulation under her car. She then opened the hood and there on top of the engine was a ground hog stuck to a glue board. Well upon opening the hood that scared the little critter, and he went deeper into the bowels of the car leaving the glue board and a large patch of fur sitting on top of the motor. They looked for him and could not see him, so she called us, and we went up. My husband and her son in law looked for him through the whole underside of the car. They finally found him in the spare tire well. That would have been great, except they couldn't get the spare tire well to drop down like it should. I can only wonder what was going on in that little ground hog brain. They thought they had him out of there, and then he decided that he wasn't ready to leave, so he ran back up to the front of the car. The search continued. This went on for an hour or so, The boys looking, finding, and then jabbing at him with a broom handle. We were all out there standing around the car with brooms and other devices to make sure that if he should come out, he would not be able to get under the freezer or behind the cabinet. I like to call it ground hog hockey. They tried to spray the poor thing with WD 40 thinking that he wouldn't like that and would just get down and go out the door, well it just made him mad I think, finally my husband decided that perhaps we could flush him out, so we got the water hose and turned it on full force, well it got him really really wet, and he left the front and went back down to the spare tire wheel well. Finally he dropped to the floor and ran out the garage door dripping wet. He headed for the timber and the adventure was over. My sister in law was delighted. Now all she has to do is take her car up to the shop and have them fix a couple of wires that he chewed up. She thinks that the ground hog got under her car when she was up at church on Thurs. afternoon. She had seen a ground hog at church on Wed. and she is probably right. Well that's the story. It looses a lot in the telling. You would have had to be there to get the whole picture.