We visited the Botanical Gardens in San Francisco today. There are hundreds of gopher mounds on the boulevard where we parked the car. This little guy was hardly even afraid of us. He would pop out, poke around a bit, stuff some greenery into his humongous cheekage and dart back into the ground. He didn’t seem to care that I was quite literally inches away with my camera. Seriously people, I didn’t even use my zoom! The little guy didn’t have a very well developed sense of self preservation. He did, however, get pretty mad when Jonas shoved his hand down his hole to catch him. He shoved a bunch of dirt up and burrowed away. Good thing too, I really wasn’t in the mood for rabies shots. . .or whatever gophers give you.

The trouble with not really having a lot of control or awareness over your body is that when you grab the shock of hair right over your fontanell and pull really, really hard and start screaming, you don’t understand that you are causing yourself pain, so you don’t think to let go. You just pull harder until mom has to force your chubby little fist open so you stop pulling your own hair. Poor Maggie!