The chipmunk suicides continue. I estimate the death toll on my local chipmunk population at 12 or 13 now. This afternoon, I went out back to skim the pool, and floating in the middle of my pool was a baby chipmunk clinging to one of the pool noodles for dear life. I’m not sure how long he had been floating there, but he seemed like he had been there a while. I fished him out and dried him off, hopefully he will have learned a valuable lesson that many of his peers never learned: stay way from the ocean in the middle of the backyard.