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The Great Labor Day Marmot Heist
Labor Day was practically engineered for marmot misconduct. It had everything they needed. The end of summer. Exhausted humans. Crowded trails. Picnics. A long weekend. And, most importantly, the rapidly approaching realization that winter was coming. For the marmots of … Continue reading
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A Midwinter Night’s Carb-Dream: Nutmeg McChunky and the Infinity Salad
It was December 24th, three yards underground. The ambient temperature in the burrow was a balmy 38° Fahrenheit. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and forty slumbering rodents. Deep within the pile, wedged tightly between the … Continue reading