But yesterday, I bought traps. Vicious two-teethed traps designed to spring into action at the slightest trip. Indeed, these things will probably rip a small creature in half, or break the leg of a dog- and I'm okay with that, even if that creature is somewhat cute.
|Greasy, grimy, gopher. . . guts.|
That creature is destroying my garden. That creature is going to eat the roots of all my beans, tomatoes, and cucumbers; and they've only just begun to set fruit.
So I bought traps, and I learned how to set them. I will put them in those nasty gopher holes, and I will flush the thing out with water. Should I choose to come a hole that has no trap, I will be waiting with a shovel.