Mumps? Nope, just a jaw full of sunflower seeds. The chipmunk is like anybody with a garden—you eat what you can and what you can't eat, you can. From summer's cornucopia he collects compulsively, storing goodies wall-to-wall in his bedroom just below the frost line. Then he sacks out in the snacks, eating his bed for breakfast. Going out for a mid-winter breath of fresh air, he checks under the bird feeder to con what he can con.
