A couple of days later, I was walking past our corner where the little critters seem to make a big mess of mounds, and I could see a very fresh pile of dirt. I marched right into the man of the house and said...we have another intruder and the evidence is fresh.
Well, I must say for all the gofer bombs that we had set off in their holes, we must have some well-trained militant gofer that is not effected by our warfare. We had used them all....two whole packages used and they seem to be saying "Hit me with your best shot!" So that is exactly what Mr. Wack-A-Mole did. Not having any more gofer bombs left, and not wanting to run over to Home Depot and risk missing this opportunity, he got his pellet air rifle and made his post next to the fresh mound of dirt.
I was just leaving and took the opportunity to call my mom and tell her how funny it was that he was going to waste his time. That it would take less time to just drive himself to the local Home Depot and just buy more bombs, but he wanted to stake out the gofer hole instead. Well about 1/2 hour later I got a phone call, from Mr. Wack-A-Mole gone military defense squad, and he told me he had shot that pesky gofer right between the eyes! We have won the war against gofer terror, at least this one. He hit him with this best shot!
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Holy Gofer! That is hilarious. Lizzy, I must say I am totally impressed with your blogging skills. You keep it up, sista. (And of course, Thom's shooting skills are impressive too!!)
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