"I had a chipmunk  who lived beside my boholoveshack during a writerhead and art show season up in Taos a few years back. I am not a snake chick...and he used to kill all the garter snakes nearby.

I named him Wick because I'd only seen John Wick for the first time up on the mountain, three years after it'd come out( due to writer head porous prohibitions. #yallknow). & he'd had a preference for  headshots. He was a madman, I loved him dearly.  I used to pay him in walnuts, which were like gold coins to a lil chipmunk.

Nice to meet Tom. They would  give each other professional courtesies, I'm sure.

|RE: a share about a squirrel named Tom who used to pelt dawgs on walks with orange peels after breakfast with a fellow writer. From 3 stories up. Pure Sniper Squirrel.|