Okay. Funny story.

There are currently two live chipmunks running around our house, thanks to my cat Swizzle, who brought them in. One of them was in my brother's room. So guess what I did?

I put a glove on and tried to get the chipmunk to come out from under the shelf so I could grab it. I tried talking to it, explaining to it that I was trying to help it escape my house - just in case I had magically gained the ability to talk to animals and it understood what I was saying. After half an hour, it became obvious that it wouldn't listen to me.

So I grabbed it, picked it up, opened a window, and let it jump out into our yard.

{So you picked up a cornered wild chipmunk with only a glove protecting your hand. That's very smart.}

Ranger shut up.