About a week after we moved in, we saw a hole in the grass and a mound of dirt next to it. Well, my neighbor noticed it first and pointed it out to me as evidence that we had a gopher. This was about three days after the plumbing incident so I did not feel particularly kindly toward the house or the grass around it. And I certainly didn't think it was very nice that some gopher picked our lawn to mess with.
My husband began dutifully trying to get rid of the gopher. He tried poison, smoke bombs, a piece of chewing gum (apparently, it's supposed to choke them), and even shoving the water hose down the tunnel to try and flood him out.
Nothing—and I mean nothing—worked. I saw the gopher poke his little head out at one point during the poison phase. I ran inside, grabbed the poison, and tossed some down the tunnel. If I had only known how long this unwelcome creature would be with us, I think I would have bashed him over the head with a shovel right then and there. And I am not kidding about that. I'm generally not against animals at all. I'm not a lover of animals, but I don't really harbor any ill will toward them. But an animal that will dig up our brand-new sod and make holes all over our backyard for THREE MONTHS deserves no good will from me.
A few weeks ago, my husband bought a trap. We started to think even that wasn't working when one or two new holes appeared. But then, this morning, my husband knocked excitedly on my office window, motioning for me to come out.
Ding dong, the gopher's dead!And now, we hope and pray that his girlfriend isn't still out there somewhere...
2 comments:
I feel your pain. We have moles and digging chipmunks. Jackie's sister in law is married to a pest control guy so he is going to give us the "good stuff". Glad you got him!!Have you seen fantastic mr. fox yet? Goes well with your story.
Yea!! and totally gross picture! Totally freaks me out and I'm 2,000 miles away!
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