Good luck with not feeding them. One year we went to Bryce Canyon and stayed at a little camp with picnic tables. I was sitting at one and eating my sandwich, when I felt something scrabbling in my lap. It was one of those chipmunk-resembling ground squirrels, wanting a bit of the action (or should I say “bite”?).
Good luck with not feeding them. One year we went to Bryce Canyon and stayed at a little camp with picnic tables. I was sitting at one and eating my sandwich, when I felt something scrabbling in my lap. It was one of those chipmunk-resembling ground squirrels, wanting a bit of the action (or should I say “bite”?).