Who is that man?

So we have this little problem in our front yard. We will walk out and find little mounds of dirt in our grass. It is the evidence that we have a growing hotel under our earth that rents out to gofer passersby. We had a problem for about the first 4 years we lived here, and than a reprieve for the last 3, but wouldn't you know who has come back to visit? Those pesky gofers!

But as you can see, they won't be around for long...I could actually hear them runny and screaming "Save yourselves! Run! The WACK A MOLE champion is coming!" And as you can see, my good husband does look armed and dangerous. If those gofers know what's best for them they will run fast and tell their friends, too.

Personally, I have lost that childhood tenderness I use to have when my brother's would come up from the downstairs with a dead mouse in a trap, or firecrackers in their hand with a mission to blow up the ant holes. Oh, how I would cry, feeling the pain of the unnecessary death of one of God's creatures. Gone are those days. These gofers have made one too many mounds in my yard and I say ...

"Get 'em honey!"