In early July, I was driving somewhere with Skye when I glanced at my phone. I have four messages, I announced to Skye. I called my voicemail, expecting to hear my mom’s voice. I was not disappointed.
Guess who I just saw? Gerald! You know that groundhog? I’ve decided his name is Gerald.
And as soon as I heard Gerald, I knew. That was his name.
It was shortly after listening to my mom’s messages (all of which told of Gerald sightings) that I myself became enamored of our groundhog.
Sometimes Gerald has a friend.
My mom thinks the light brown groundhog might be a love interest.
It’s obvious they’re just friends.
If any groundhog gives out that single, on the prowl vibe, it’s Gerald.
Gerald the Groundhog
