Baaaaaad mamma-jammas

by Katie on February 14, 2011

It was a regular old Saturday evening at the Leister household this past weekend. Loading a hay truck, running the border disc on the tractor, topped off with checking and resetting gopher traps in the yard.

When we got to the third trap, and found the second baby gopher (which we kindly turned over to Wilbur at that point), we started talking about how many we had caught after less than two weeks of daily trap-checking. We were approaching 25 in roughly ten days. In our yard, which is not that big.

While Brandon was resetting the trap in a different location, he said, “Yeah, and after you’ve caught that many gophers, and you’re down to just the ones that have escaped all these traps so far, you know they must be some baaaaad mamma-jammas. I’m almost scared to mess with them.”

And he’s right. I am convinced that, ounce for ounce, a gopher might be the toughest, meanest animal I’ve ever encountered. When you come in contact with one, it doesn’t back down. It stands up on it’s back legs and hisses at you with it’s giant teeth sticking out. Even though they’re no bigger than your hand, it’s pretty intimidating.

Needless to say, we’re enjoying our gopher traps. I mean, so much so that we choose to spend our Saturday evenings checking them.

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