I have had ongoing battles with a groundhog since I moved here. He has taken a 4x4x4 piece of black plastic into his hole in the barn, he has chewed up my plastic containers of plant trays, and he has sampled a plastic bag with oyster shells in it. He has a decided interest in plastic.
Never before have I experienced this. Since I'm getting ready to put up a greenhouse... a BIG PLASTIC house it makes me nervous. I've poured over many ways of discouraging it from its continued residence in the barn. (Needless to say I have not mastered a .22 yet.) For you city people, evicting a groundhog is like evicting a rent-control tenant from your building. They are dug in, literally.
But today I started the process of eviction. I got the wrecking crew on it, me. With rake, shovel and gloves I started to dismantle the heap of boards, pallets, plastic and gravel in the barn stall (a veritable groundhog palace). Low and behold, Mr. Groundhog was Mrs. Groundhog and there were, yes, 3 more in a little nest. Sometimes as a farmer you have to do what you have to do. There are 3 less groundhogs on this farm tonight. Go ahead.... it was my reaction too. Ugh.
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