I found a little trail of chicken feed on the floor in the middle of the house, and HW told me he’d left it there as an exhibit.
He’d come in, and found a chipmunk in the middle of the room. It had been robbing chicken feed from the bucket (we bring it inside to add scraps during the day).
Busted! The chipmunk froze, its mouth literally fell open with shock and terror, and then the feed stuffed in its cheeks came pouring out as it raced for the door (it had to pass HW – the drawbacks of raiding a joint with only one exit).
The little trail of grain told the story – a slight zigzag and panicked “drop everything!”, race around the door. He said it was too cute to even be mad at. Welcome to the woods.