Because apparently, after living here for 13 years and never seeing hide nor hair of any such varmint...
Have gophers, that is. Or, at least one gopher (although, does anyone really ever have just ONE?) And even though my patch of grass is the size of a postage stamp, this gopher (or traveling troupe thereof) decided to turn my backyard into the 2011 Official Gopher Transportation System.
Or as I like to call it: "Gopher Alley." My yard wasn't good enough for him (or them) to stick around...no...they just dug across it in a diagonal line on their way through. This happened in less than 24 hours because I was back there just the night before and the grass was pristine.
Doesn't it make you think of the old Bugs Bunny cartoons where he would be tunneling and this fast moving hump of dirt would just travel across the screen? I think this gopher took lessons from old Bugs.
P.S. All you people who said you wanted book reviews...see Friday's post...and leave a comment wouldja? Otherwise I feel like I'm just typing to myself and that's, y'know, kinda sad (and a little bit creepy.)