Hubby was checking out the not-quite-fenced-yet buck yard this afternoon, and found a hole. Apparently quite a large hole, running straight down alongside one of the fenceposts we recently installed. He beat a quick retreat, and came into the house to ask me what I thought might have dug such a hole.
“A badger, probably” I replied.
“So, what am I supposed to do about that?” Hubby asked.
“I don’t know. Try filling the hole in. If whatever’s in there digs it out again overnight, we’ll figure out some more drastic measures.”
“But what if it really IS a badger?”
“I mean, it might leap out of the hole and savage my leg…”
“Then hit it with the shovel,” I replied.
Hubby does not seem to understand that badgers are not much bigger than a large cat, or maybe a Jack Russel Terrier. He seems to think that they are carnivorous creatures that are large enough to tear your leg off. Hubby is currently reading me internet an internet article about how to get rid of badgers, and apparently placing lion dung around the mouth of their burrow will chase them off.
“See,” Hubby says, “They ARE dangerous. That’s what they’re scared of…lions. Lions!”
He just doesn’t want to admit that he’s afraid. Perhaps I will have to shame him by going out and filling in the hole myself…