I caught the sound of this little critter gnawing on my house early Monday. Porcupines like the taste of treated wood, I guess. Salt, or something. I opened my front door thinking it was a woodpecker or a grizzly or something awful I could scare away with the flay of a bath-towel... But upon seeing me, this needle-backed, rat-oid, weezledom waddled clear up to the top of my woodpile and stayed there all day, scared to death.
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