Time was when I let the little subterranean creatures bother me.
Yep, those furry little underground explorers caused great consternation with their unauthorized construction of tunnels and mounds in my yard.
Did you ever see that movie “Caddyshack” where Bill Murray was the groundskeeper on a golf course that was being invaded by gophers?
He just about went nuts trying to get rid of the pesky little varmints who were damaging his pristine tees, greens, and fairways.
I think I might have gone about as far off the deep end as Bill did in trying to exterminate the unwanted excavators--that is until just recently.
“What changed my attitude?” you might ask.
I take a deep breath and exhale a sigh of relief as I try to explain to you that actually the change came about not on my part, but on the part of the charming little creatures themselves.
And yes, I can even identify them as “charming” now, because they have mended their wicked ways and become downright civilized.
We can all plainly see that they have chosen to adapt to a domesticated lifestyle and live peacefully among us in our suburban society.
They’ve settled down, moved into a nice home in the community, and even erected a mailbox.
Welcome to the neighborhood, little pals!
