With a slight variation, I am Carl Spackler. It appears that we have a groundhog living under the back porch. Bridget and I were talking and heard a rustling in the flowers. We turned and saw a groundhog emerge, stare at us, then dart under the porch. Mojo nearly freaked out. Bridget tried to pet him to tell him it was okay, but he nearly jumped off his perch. Now I’m researching ways to rid myself of this menace. He is surely the creature that wreaks havoc on our garbage. If the borough doesn’t provide traps for this sort of thing I’ll be finding other ways to get rid of it. I’m sure Ron can give me a few ideas.