My affection for these tiny bundles of fluff stretches back to childhood, woven into memories of summer camping trips. Inevitably, the chipmunks never failed to appear—hopeful, wide-eyed, perched on a nearby rock or, if you were lucky, scampering up your leg, all in pursuit of a peanut. Even now, chipmunks continue to find their way into my life. I often see them darting around my backyard, a familiar and welcome sight. Their presence has been a simple, joyful constant over the years, a reminder to appreciate nature’s smallest wonders.