Here’s a rich and surprising comment from yesterday’s conversation about animals and crime.
Vicky is right – some townships pay a bounty. At least they did as recently as 2009.
And PlainJane is also right – this is gruesome. I’m sure it has not gone unnoticed by bucktoothed bards.
The prairie’s wide and low and flat
and rich, so things may grow.
It nourishes all plants above
And critters down below.
The ones who dig feel safe at home
In tunnels that they make.
But terror runs throughout the loam
Surrounding Silver Lake.
The bucktooth Gophers rototill
Through tree roots, soft and sticky.
But when they want a secret thrill
They softly whisper “Vicky”!
She frightens everything submerged.
“A child,” they say. “Petite.”
“But watch your back when you’ve emerged.
She’ll chop off all your feet!”
A shudder shook a gopher guard
On duty by the shore.
“She killed a dozen in my yard
And then came back for more. “
Her legend, scary and profound,
among the gophers grows.
They say she’s known to carry ‘round
A bag filled up with toes!
How could a child take such delight
In sport that is so gory?
Some people say she’s not quite right.
But that’s another story.
For in the village square each day
She’s greeted with applause
They give her praise and hand her pay
When Vicky gives them paws.
What nuisance should government pay a bounty to reduce?