I was out working in the garden and saw a hole in the dirt.
Snake hole? I thought. No, too big. Moles? Voles? No, wait. Groundhog.
The groundhog appears to be widening its territory. There are four groundhog holes by the arbor in anticipation of some tasty fall flowers. But, this new hole was on the other side of the patio, in the daylilly garden.
I inspected the new hole. It looked normal, except around the edge of the hole there was some grey material, like cement dust left over from a project.
Did I make a custom stepping stone here? I wondered. Or maybe it’s dirty Perlite from some old potted plant.
I crouched down. I reached out to touch it.
Then I realized:the groundhog had tunneled up through Dad’s cremated remains.
4 responses to “Groundhogs of Hell”
AUGH!!! Although, how many times have you seen something similar on a screen? The groundhog is a novel twist.
Big Dot – I never thought about that. My family could be blowing all about. Dust, literally, in the wind.
… while groundhogs are not known for being considerate, I think that reaches a new low.
KC – and I am pretty certain he sampled some of the cremains on the way up.