It wasn’t a snake or a skunk or a family of mice. It was a woodchuck that was living under my studio. I know because last week, Jon found Frieda standing over a dead woodchuck in the dog run which surrounds my studio. Poor woodchuck, I thought, surprised that Frieda still had it in her. Since we moved, Frieda is either in the house, the dog run or on a leash. I guess I believed this had somehow tamed the wild in her. But she’s been pursuing that woodchuck for a long time and I have to selfishly say, I’m really glad it wasn’t a skunk.