When Chipmunks Attack

Of all the dangers that lurk on a golf course, I would never have numbered chipmunks among them

Until yesterday.

As we were standing on the first tee, waiting for the group ahead of us to clear out, two chipmunks came dashing out from a stand of pine trees to our left, heading straight for our little group.

“That’s cute,” I thought for a fleeting moment. “They’re not afraid of us.”

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

Those two cute little rodents ran straight at Dave, up his leg like it was a tree and into his shorts. Dave began shaking frantically, trying to dislodge them. The chipmunks got out of his shorts almost immediately, but then began to circumnavigate his thigh like it was the trunk of a hairy sapling. Dave then began swatting at them with his hand, and only then did they scurry back to the trees.

It was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen (not so funny to Dave, though and I’m extraordinarily glad that I wasn’t the victim of the attack.). If I had a camera, the video would have been the grand prize winner on America’s Funniest Home Videos.

Dave suffered a few scratches, but most of the damage was done to his pride. There now will be no end to the chipmunk jokes told at the friday night golf league.