I know some people here already know this story…but we have a 'special' relationship with woodchucks at our house. The exact day that my bedrest restrictions were lifted with my twin pregnancy, I heard Hippo and Bella fighting outside. I went out to find they each had one end of a young woodchuck. In my rush to get outside, I failed to close the door to the living room (this will be important to the story in a minute). As I grabbed each of their collars and pulled them off the terrified rodent, I fell over on my stomach! They dropped the woodchuck, and it ran into the family room....so there I am stuck on my giant stomach, with a frantic dog in each hand..I can't get up, without letting them go..so they follow mr woodchuck into the house! I leverage my preggo body up...go into the family room, and free the woodchuck from them AGAIN. I finally get the dogs into their crates...have a moment to hope that the babies are okay...freak out a little...call the doctor, who says 'come in now' and call Tim and say 'come home now'. A the while the woodchuck is hiding behind some toys and screaming at me...dude..have some appreciation that I saved your life..twice... So Tim gets home, and I am like 'let's go' But he says 'we can't leave the woodchuck in the family room, it could do a lot of damage' So I envision it is going to take him quite a while to catch this thing..but in a matter of minutes, using a channel made of cardboard boxes, a dog crate, a broom and a snow shovel, he got it crated and out the door! And the little guy lived to tell. The babies were born that night, but did fine. We were lucky that the dogs had minimal scratches from the woodchuck, it could have done a lot more damage. We still have fairly predictable woodchuck visits around this time of year, you would think they would learn....the nurses in the NICU named the twins Woody and Chucky after hearing their birth story 
