The Gopher is dead...and leftover recent event pics

The big news is yesterday's Gopher slaying. Those who know me are aware of the perpetual war between a pocket gopher and I for more than a year. He's killed various ornamental plants by eating the roots, digging tunnels, and heaping ugly mounds. He has mocked my many wire traps, various buried poisons, smokebombs (they don't work in sand), sound and vibration emitters, and even a close-range shot at his face with a .22 pistol. Yesterday I saw him starting a new mound (RARE) and I managed to walk softly behind the hole with a shovel. When his head popped out I dug in with the shovel and took him out. I was so jazzed. The war ended with one simple strike. Gwen's reaction was "Can I see his guts?" I had to honor such a request so with forceps they held his belly skin while I dissected down into the abdominal cavity and removed the organs individually while explaining their functions. They loved it. Claire's request was "Can I cut his arms off?" which I didn't allow since that's just plain creepy. In my blood lust I dropped the camera and now we're ready for a new one. There may be a gap in pics until we get one.

Below is a pic of Gwen at her spring program, the girls and Race in the laundry, and some mexico trip remnants.