There's
a man in Alabama - 'Alabama Man' - with a large
garden where he grows tomatoes, corn, peppers, green
beans, turnips and various other vegetables. He's
a design engineer by trade, retired, and one of
the people who designed the moon buggy for the astronauts
during their extraterrestrial travels. I remember
that buggy well. Don't we all?
Now
'Alabama Man' has 'critters' in his garden, and
these 'critters' are particularly fond of his green
beans. In other words he has a 'critter' problem.
The
first summer planting went well, apparently, with
little or no damage to speak of, but subsequent
plantings went entirely to the 'critters'. They
discovered that green beans were very tasty, you
see, and also discovered that his garden was a good
source of supply.
What
sort of 'critters' were they?
Chipmunks
of course; yes, chipmunks in the garden. An unusual
problem, that, although obviously not unusual in
some parts of Alabama. Not the sort of thing, however,
that I've come across in Scotland before. Deer damage,
yes; chipmunks, no.
Now
the solution to this problem was simple (no, he
didn't enlist the help of his former NASA colleagues
to dispatch them to the moon). Trap them, catch
them and then transport them down the road to a
peaceful little valley devoid of vegetables. A humane
solution.
Now
this reminds me of a mouse problem that we had a
couple of years ago. We were redecorating the bedroom
at the time, you see, and removed ourselves to the
front room for a couple of nights ("a mattress
on the floor beside the Christmas tree" sort
of thing) while the heady 'tang' of "fresh
paint on bedroom wall" dissipated into the
atmosphere, when we became aware of nocturnal rustlings
in the vicinity of the Christmas tree. Mice, you
see, and not just a few of them either, eating chocolate
decorations off the tree. And to think that we'd
blamed the dog. Silver paper on the floor - evidence
of a chocolate-guzzling dog, obviously, obviously.
We'd even put him on a strict diet on account of
this. Poor dog. Quite clearly a miscarriage of justice.
Now
there's a saying in these parts: "There's mooses
loose in the hoose." Or, "In the hoose,
there's mooses loose."
But
that aside, something had to be done. So we trapped
them - just as 'Alabama Man' had done - using humane
traps borrowed from the local school's biology department
and whisked them off to a neighbouring village some
two miles away. Another humane solution to a 'critter'
problem.
Incidentally
I asked 'Alabama Man' if the astronauts took vegetables
with them to the moon (or any other gardening produce
for that matter), the sort of question that instantly
springs to mind, isn't it, when you have an interest
in all things horticultural. Apparently they'd taken
freeze-dried vegetables with them, he said, in plastic
pouches. So I wondered - as you do - whether these
pouches had a label stuck on the back, something
along the lines of: "To taste in orbit, simply
add moisture"
Now
there's an interesting thought.
Dedicated
to the late Claude Green ('Alabama Man') Huntsville,
Alabama, USA. As well as NASA scientist and gardener
- and a 'chipmunk- friendly' gardener to boot -
a nice man with a well-developed sense of humour.
Copyright
2003, Patrick Vickery