Skeeter (or one of his kin) returned to spent a cold couple of nights in the Havahart trap. I found this fellow Saturday morning. As we had not been back to the house since Wednesday night, he might have been there awhile. He was still quite lively, so I let him go in the back yard and he ran 8 feet away then started to eat snow. Must have been a bit dehydrated. Mebbe' dat'll learn him not tuh go tresspassin', darn varmint!