Belladonna was quartering and coring an apple for her breakfast this morning.
"Save your core for me. I need it to bait a trap" I said.
"What are you trying to trap?" Bella asked.
Actually, it is a woodchuck in the barn.
It dug several holes through the compacted gravel. The most accessible hole drops straight down like a 12" diameter manhole. The, 18 inches below ground it takes off toward the north.
So far, the compacted gravel and the enormous diameter have stymied my attempts to set-up a body-grip trap. Hence the live trap and apple cores.
Bella changed her request for her birthday meal from Mexican to Chinese. No worries, I have it covered.