Chipmunks can chew the wires inside the walls, causing shorts and fires, I told my husband.
“No they don’t,” he said.
Okay, so I haven’t found conclusive information from a valid source that tells me this, but what the heck are they doing in our walls, anyway?
Just as visions of a rodent-induced house fire are playing in my head, my spouse walks into the house singing “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da life goes on brah,” the incredibly jolly-for-no-reason ditty written by the Beatles.
My husband tells me he put a layer of heavy plastic covered with a layer of Styrofoam and then a layer of tar on the house wall before completing the raised bed. “He can’t get through that,” he claimed.
But when the chipmunk last emerged just outside the sunroom window, I swear he had black tarry lips and bits of white foam in his fur. And I heard him sing in his high-pitched chipmunk voice, “And if you want some fun take ob-la-di-bla-da.”