So I was shaking out the tablecloth one Shabbos morning, when everyone else was in shul. As I opened the door to go back inside the house, a woodchuck ran right past me, through the door and into my living room. He was really cute, but I was terrified. My sister ended up finding a goy nearby to chase it out with an oar or a broom or something.
Now we have a whole family of woodchucks in the area. They’ve been trying to uproot our house for years now.
Like I said, cute.