My husband has been on a rampage the last few weeks. Gophers have taken over our yard and made it into a sink pit. Seriously. They've dug so many burrows and holes that when you walk on it you sink into it a little.
So Nathan did what any hunter would. He fought back. With his bb gun. (Is that how you spell it? I have no idea.)
His kill total is now 6. And we think there are more. When Nathan gets home from work he asks me if I've seen any gophers in the yard. My response is usually something serious like, "Right. Because I have so much time during the day to sit and stare out the window watching the yard."
I'm helpful like that.