We have a family of chipmunks living under the siding at the front of the house. At least that is where we assume they are living since that is where they zip off to when we disturb them on our front porch.
We have been watching them for a couple of months now. You can see them almost every morning on our front porch eating and collecting seeds. The seeds they are collecting are from the morning glory vines that almost cover the front of the porch from ground to roof. They love those seeds. DH put a spoon of peanut butter out for them, and they totally ignored it in favor of morning glory seeds.
A little bit of research and questioning of science minded persons has led us to conclude that the furry little whackos are probably tripping their wee rodent brains out. Their internal chemistry is not that disimilar from a lab rat's, i.e. close enough to a human's that they have probably been on a long strange trip all summer.
I told DH that instead of putting out peanut butter he should have run speakers and played the Grateful Dead for them. Maybe put out some little psychedelic posters and a teeny black light.
NightMist working on figuring out how to get them out from under the siding