For years my lawn has been over run by chipmunks and I was talking about the problem with my cousin. He said his wife hated them because they ruined her garden. He told me she'd "hold their little heads down in a cup of water." I was shocked! But then....bing, bing....I thought, you can catch those things. So for the next few years I've been scheming.
Now that I have a hen (coyotes got my roosters) I keep feed in my greenhouse. One day as I am puttering around the patio I spy a munk in the house. Stealthily I tip toe to the house, doing a body block at the door, I shut myself in and the race is on. Luckily I was smart enough to get a jacket and gloves after accessing the situation because when I did finally run the chipmunk into the proverbial corner she was like a tasmanian devil. First thing she did was bite me and then the next things she did was bite me. When I tried to sweet talk her into calming down, she'd squint
her eyes in anger and bite down really hard. It was amazing her bravery and anger. Needless to say I didn't get my picture. But the next chipmunk was much more agreeable.
Notice my death grip.