One place I lived as a young boy, in Oregon (I think in a place called Springfield, or maybe Pearson...but I think that was in Indiana), we were in a trailer park out in the woods. I'm ashamed to say that I trapped a chipmunk, and kept it while we stayed there. It wasn't long, though. In those days we moved quite often. And I let the little fellow go. But I loved him/her.

Marge is the love of my life.