I awoke one morning to see a chipmunk within arm's reach at the side of the bed. I inhaled sharply and for a split second, we froze, starring at each other. When I bravely held my ground, he catapulted across the room and tucked into a the underside of a cabinet. It was impossible to tell how he squeezed in there, let alone get him out. So we waited.
By bedtime, concerned about the chipmunk's welfare, I put a little water in the bottom of the Jucuzzi along with a few sunflower seed sprouts. The next morning, most of the sprouts were gone, and what remained was a big mess. I should have set out napkins.
It was dinner time the next day before we saw little creature again, dashing across the kitchen floor. We opened all the doors and backed out of sight. We're pretty sure he made it out, because that was years ago, and he hasn't been seen inside since.