All this talk of chipmunks brought back a chipmunk/cat memory of an incident almost 30 years ago. It was my first time as a counselor at church camp, which had a kitty that summer. The kitty caught a chipmunk and, trying to be the hero and save the life of the little critter, I had hold of the chipmunk in one hand and popped the cat on the head with the other to get it to open its mouth. The chipmunk bit and held on to my finger which caused me to fling my hand back, ripping the chipmunk out of the cat's mouth which flew about 20 feet through the air to safety. The camp nurse treated my bleeding finger and decided to send me to a local doctor for a tetanus shot and possible rabies treatment. She told me the symptoms of rabies - I kept wiggling my fingers and toes to make sure they weren't going numb and had figured out when I would probably expire if rabies developed. Fortunately, the doctor concluded that the chipmunk bit me in self-defense and that rabies shots were unnecessary.