Ken and the Chipmunk

And I don't mean Alvin.  Here is a story about Ken, who embodies the good men/human beings on this planet.  He spent many hours on planning and creating our first garden, and this month many hours cleaning it up and tearing it down.  Because we live in a deer neighborhood, we put a soft mesh fence around the garden during the build-up phase.  In the tear-down phase, Ken took down the soft mesh and put it in a heap in back of the shed.  On another day of garden clean up, he was in the vicinity of the heaped up mesh and found a chipmunk struggling mightily.  Yikes!  He went in the house and found his most sturdy gloves and a scissors and worked for 20 minutes on cutting this little creature out of the mesh.  I wasn't home, so am repeating what he told me.  He held the chipmunk in his hand, putting it on its back, and cut the mesh that had enfolded it.  He said once it was on its back, it did not struggle much.  Was it a boy chipmunk or a girl chipmunk, I asked?  I didn't notice, he replied.  Did it try to bite you?  No, but it kicked a lot until I got it on its back.  Was it grateful?  Who knows?  Will it come back and save you some day in the future?  Maybe.  So add this sobriquet to Ken's long list:  chipmunk saver.