Riley has gotten bored with killing chipmunks.  It was too easy.  For most of the month he’s been practicing catch and release.  He catches them, brings them up on the porch, and lets them go.

We considered the possibility that he may be waiting for them to get bigger and juicier.

Me:  “He’s farming?”
The husband: “I think it is more like ranching.”

And then the neighbor intervened.  This neighbor likes the bloodthirsty side of Riley.  He has complimented him on laying waste to the local mouse population.  He came over this weekend and commented to the husband and Riley that Riley was slacking because there were still lots of chipmunks around.

I have been presented with multiple dead chipmunks every day since.