There’s a groundhog that’s been running around outside the office, and they’re trying to trap him. The official story is that he’s going to live out his life on a farm, but the ugly truth is that they’re going to send him to Groundhog Heaven. But the traps haven’t worked until today.
Just a few minutes ago, one of the consultants came by and mentioned that Phil (as we’ve named him) was in the trap. We decided that since it’s after 5 on a Friday, he could easily be in there all weekend. That’s cruel, so we went out and let him go. I’m sure HR would be pissed about that decision, but I don’t feel too bad about it.
And yes, I know they’re destructive and that it’s not good to encourage them to live around here (even though the native landscaping is intended to encourage wildlife to come around). It just seemed incredibly cruel to let the poor guy die of dehydration or exposure.