I have never seen a groundhog in our back yard that wasn't the size of a couch. Or at least a loveseat. It's hard to tell but this little guy was about the size of a sneaker. He was trying to be very good and stay still like Mama in the bushes had told him, but he kept spacing out and sniffing and moving his head and staring at us, then waddled slowly off into the ferns. I am sure he will get a groundhog lecture at bedtime just as I am sure that my flowers are toast. Once again.