A gopher with long claw-like nails got caught in the trap outside in our yard the other night. His beady eyes looked up at us seeking our own eyes
on that warm milky summer evening.
Our neighbor was called. He brought his gun and shot that little critter (it was causing a messy ruckus in the ground all around our house). Our neighbor picked up its hind leg and slung it into the soybean field.
Today we caught a rabbit in that trap. I came near to see if I could help it out. It spastically fipped around; its mouth was all bloody from gnawing on the cage's wire.
Another neighbor came to greet my mother just returned from California. He's a science teacher. He'll know what to do with this little trap contraption.
The door was pinched open and that furry brown rabbit, nervous and terrified, zinged out of there. In a second it had turned a corner. Gone, forever.
