BANGOR DAILY NEWS • November 15, 2021
Earlier this year, unbeknownst to me (until my trees started toppling), I was invaded by a gang of the buck-toothed varmints. I am not a fan, no matter how much I try to tell myself that they didn’t arrive in my backyard with any real ill intent, and were just trying to get by, gnawing away so that their constantly growing teeth didn’t get out of hand and start poking out through their upper lips. My problem has spread. To my neighbors. Or, since we’re living in rural Maine, we might as well skip the formalities and admit that my “neighbor” is actually my brother. And it seems that he has a bit of a beaver problem. On Saturday, I received a message from him, with a photo. The pic showed a large tree that the toothy critters had turned into their own version of Purina Beaver Chow, and it seemed to be hanging on by a thread.