The Tracks of My Fears

Regular readers know that I don't like squirrels. They annoy me beyond measure. But at least I'm not afraid of them. A few years ago a terrifying monster lived in the earth underneath my home. It looked exactly like this. Sure, I could take him in a death cage match, but probably not before some damage was inflicted on my extremities. My old fears were renewed after I recently noticed a distinctive musty odor emanating from the beast's hideout. The recent snow provided a clue about the identity of the mystery inhabitant. I spotted these tracks around the dark lair. It's just a big rabbit. I think.