One day, as I entered the garage from the kitchen, a wood chuck came running out from under my car. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. After all, when you live in a woods, as we do, you are bound to encounter a certain number of woodland creatures.<\/p>\n
But, as time went on, I noticed that the wood chuck seemed to be hanging around underneath the car on a regular basis. And at times, I would hear what sounded like gnawing sounds.<\/p>\n
Again, I dismissed the events. After all, what could interest a wood chuck underneath the car? Road salt?<\/p>\n
Then one day, as I was coming back from Ann Arbor, my engine started heating up. So, I got off at the closest exit to inspect the engine.<\/p>\n
When I raised the hood and peered underneath it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It looked like my radiator had melted. The whole back of it was shredded. But what could possible have happened?<\/p>\n
Finally, it dawned on me. The wood chuck. The wood chuck wasn’t after the road salt, he was after the anti-freeze. By scraping the back of the radiator with its paws and teeth, it was able to produce a small leak. And, since anti-freeze is sweet, the wood chuck was helping himself to a summer treat.<\/p>\n
After we got the radiator replaced, we made a point of keeping the garage door closed. This seemed like the simplest solution to the problem.<\/p>\n
When I related the story to my father-in-law, he found it to be far fetched. After all, that same wood chuck had been underneath his car from time to time when he was visiting us.<\/p>\n
It wasn’t until he looked under the hood of his own car that he discovered the reality of what I was saying. There, before his very eyes, was his own radiator, shredded.<\/p>\n
The wood chuck eventually died from lead poisoning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
One day, as I entered the garage from the kitchen, a wood chuck came running out from under my car. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. After all, when you live in a woods, as we do, … Continue reading