Sunday, August 21, 2005

This Time It's Personal

I saw the gopher this morning.

He's looking quite chubby.

When I saw him he was out on the patio, by the back door, looking intently south, as if greeting the morning or making vows to his Gopher gods.

As I watched him, he slowly turned 180 degrees to look at the house.

I swear I watched him watching us for more than five minutes.

He was starting to freak me out so I tapped on the kitchen window screen and he scurried back to his hidey hole under the steps.

The only thing more frightening than a gopher moving in under your back stairs,

Is a brain damaged, super-gopher with a grudge.

This could be the adult version of the monster under your bed.

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