Went out to water the garden yesterday morning and noticed that my newly planted Celebrity tomato plant was a whole lot shorter looking. A gopher had invaded my treasured Fresh Summer Food Factory, found the tomato plant, yanked it down into it’s burrow and ate the roots off it. The little bastard.
Oh but I have gopher traps, never used, set aside for this day that I knew would surely come, and into that burrow went a trap, set to kill without remorse.
And kill it did, broke the little bastards neck, it did, as I saw with glee on pulling the trap from the earth. Yes, I killed it and I’m GLAD, GLAD, I tell you.
Fucking gophers.