This means war!

I was sure we had moles. Positive it was moles. Praying it was moles. Moles don't eat my plants. They may disrupt plantings, but they won't eat all my seed or root veggies or suck a young tomato plant into the ground (never to be seen again). Gophers do that. And we don't have gophers, we have moles. Nope. We've got BOTH! Grrr. Our buddy Jim was over yesterday, and spotted dirt spraying into the air in the soon to be new garden area. LJ went out and dispatched a monster gopher. Like a give a rabbit a run for its money sized gopher. He tagged himself a huge female gopher (that will not be popping out a mess of pups to ruin my garden, shrubs, trees, or lawn). Moles I can leave be, but not gophers. Not with tomatoes and peas and root veggies and pear trees with tender little roots. Nope. Won't. LJ is picking up some macabee traps for me, and it's on. I just may need to watch Caddyshack this weekend, as a reminder of what NOT to do, and for a few giggles.

"License to kill gophers by the government of the United Nations. Man, free to kill gophers at will. To kill, you must know your enemy, and in this case my enemy is a varmint. And a varmint will never quit - ever. They're like the Viet Cong - Varmint Cong. So you have to fall back on superior intelligence and superior firepower. And that's all she wrote." -Carl Spackler, Caddyshack