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The Critter Blether
by Patrick
Vickery
 There's
a man in Alabama - 'Alabama Man' - with a large garden where he grows
tomatoes, corn, peppers, green beans, turnips and various other
vegetables. He's a design engineer by trade, retired, and one of the
people who designed the moon buggy for the astronauts during their
extraterrestrial travels. I remember that buggy well. Don't we all?
Now 'Alabama Man' has 'critters' in his garden, and
these 'critters' are particularly fond of his green beans. In other
words he has a 'critter' problem.
The first summer planting went well, apparently, with little or no damage
to speak of, but subsequent plantings went entirely to the 'critters'.
They discovered that green beans were very tasty, you see, and also
discovered that his garden was a good source of supply.
What sort of 'critters' were they?
Chipmunks of course; yes, chipmunks in the garden. An unusual
problem, that, although obviously not unusual in some parts of Alabama.
Not the sort of thing, however, that I've come across in Scotland before.
Deer damage, yes; chipmunks, no.
Now the solution to this problem was simple (no, he didn't enlist the help
of his former NASA colleagues to dispatch them to the moon).
Trap them, catch them and then transport them down the road to a peaceful
little valley devoid of vegetables. A humane solution.
Now this reminds me of a mouse problem that we had a couple of years ago.
We were redecorating the bedroom at the time, you see, and removed
ourselves to the front room for a couple of nights ("a mattress on
the floor beside the Christmas tree" sort of thing) while the heady
'tang' of "fresh paint on bedroom wall" dissipated into the
atmosphere, when we became aware of nocturnal rustlings in the vicinity of
the Christmas tree. Mice, you see, and not just a few of them
either, eating chocolate decorations off the tree.
And to think that we'd blamed the dog.
Silver paper on the floor - evidence of a chocolate-guzzling dog,
obviously, obviously. We'd even put him on a strict diet on account
of this. Poor dog. Quite clearly a miscarriage of justice.
Now there's a saying in these parts: "There's mooses loose in the
hoose." Or, "In the hoose, there's mooses
loose."
But that aside, something had to be done. So we trapped them - just as
'Alabama Man' had done - using humane traps borrowed from the local
school's biology department and whisked them off to a neighbouring village
some two miles away. Another humane solution to a 'critter' problem.
Incidentally I asked 'Alabama Man' if the astronauts took vegetables with
them to the moon (or any other gardening produce for that matter),
the sort of question that instantly springs to mind, isn't it, when you
have an interest in all things horticultural. Apparently they'd taken
freeze-dried vegetables with them, he said, in plastic pouches. So I
wondered - as you do - whether these pouches had a label stuck on the
back, something along the lines of:
"To taste in orbit, simply add moisture"
Now there's an interesting thought.
(Dedicated to the late Claude Green ('Alabama Man') Huntsville, Alabama,
USA. As well as NASA scientist and gardener - and a 'chipmunk- friendly'
gardener to boot - a nice man with a well-developed sense of
humour)
(Copyright 2003 Patrick Vickery)
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