Sitting on his hind legs with beady eyes, glancing.
Glancing at our picnic table. Gnawing. Sharpening his teeth on a bone resting between his front paws. Shiny claws reflecting in the sun.
Chipmunks: typically herbivores. Not here. These Diamond Lake chipmunks are different. Carnivorous and vicious.
One step away from the table? One mushroom stolen. Turn your back? Our 12 ounce steak disappears through the branches. Bushy tail wagging, as he squishes that T-bone down the hole of his burrow. Juice squirting straight to the sky.
Dinner gone. Feeling defeated, we munch on peanuts.
All is quiet. We crawl into the tent and the fresh mountain air drifts us off to sleep.
As the sun rises, we shiver to the breeze blowing through the poles of our tent.
Nothing left but the poles and two chipmunks. Resting; one on each chest. Thread dangling from their front teeth.
With a wink and a smile, they hop onto the table. Waiting for breakfast to be served.