HofH has been fervently battling a 13 lined ground squirrel for months. This provides me no end of amusement and I decided, on this Saturday afternoon, to record it for posterity.
Background: The gopher (as I like to call them) lives somewhere under the garage or maybe the apron in front of the garage. The problem is that his egress is a tunnel between the garage and the apron. For some reason, this bugs the everliving shit out of HofH.
History: HofH has poured poison, Brillo pads, wads of steel wool and sand down the hole. The gopher just plows through it and goes on his merry way.
Lately: An elaborate trap sits out on the apron. It's baited with savory cracked corn (borrowed from the chickens). The trap is stashed in the garage during the day and at night. I'm not sure why during the day but at night is because HofH doesn't want to attract a raccoon.
Anecdote: I was working from home one day and participating in a conference call out on the porch. The 13 lined ground squirrel came out of his tunnel, approached stage left, walked behind me and around to the right. Since this scared the crap out of me, I cannot tell you where he went next. I jumped 3.5 feet and scampered into the house.
On the spot news: The trap awaits. HofH put the cracked corn into a tidy little container. I'm not sure why. Perhaps he thinks he has to market it. Surely, weeks of corn tossed wily nily into the trap didn't' yield anything - so maybe this tidy packaging will help.
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