Oh, the groundhog. All summer, there's been a sort of agreement: you leave the tomatoes and zucchini alone, at least, and we'll concede the carrots, peas, and melons. Fine. Next summer, we will find a way to kill you. But now a line has been crossed, my friend.

If only I knew how to respond. Do you know how it feels to not be able to protect your loved ones?