As I'm driving to work this morning, I see a gopher......running for all he's worth across the country club grounds, and into the road. He was constantly looking back behind him the entire time.
The big dummy ran out into the road, right in front of me. Luckily, I had noticed the furry critter and had almost come to a stop, expecting him to do just what he did.
He stopped in the middle of my lane....panting. I kid you not, panting. The poor little thing was completely worn out...and was still looking back at the golf course.
Mot and I had noticed there were a TON of gopher holes on the course, while we were out for a walk last week. I'm guessing this is one of the perpetrators. :-)
One of my father's favorite movies (and mine too) is Caddyshack. As I'm staring at the little rodent in the middle of the road, I can only imagine what horrors he was trying to escape.
Sandy: I want you to kill every gophers on the golf course!
Carl: Correct me if I'm wrong Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers, they're gonna lock me up and throw away the key...
Sandy: Not golfers, you great fool! Gophers! The *little* *brown*, *furry* *rodents* -!
Carl: We can do that; we don't even have to have a reason. All right, let's do the same thing, but with gophers -!