One hundred years ago, when I was younger, I was raised in a home in the woods. Part of our bounty was all kinds of woodland kritters: skunks, possems, flying squirrels, and yes indeed ... woodchucks.

They really are quite pleasant animals.

We also had a very large white (dumb) cat named "Phooey." One summer, Phooey and this woodchuck fell in love. True story. They would sit, hour upon hour, and simply stare at each other.

I'm sure they did "other things" after dark, but it was a hundred years ago and I didn't know about such things ... still don't actually! Bob