People don't know what they want.
Yesterday we, me and Abby, treed a squirrel. Then, while we were waiting for that rodent to come down, I got the urge to check Dad's garden Sure enough, there was a gopher out there. I could hear him, digging underground.
I dug a little, then put my nose in the hole to sniff which direction that rodent was going. Dug a bit more, sniff! Run back to check on the tree. Squirrel still up there. Run back to the garden to dig, sniff!
Then Dad starts yelling at me! WHAT?!? I'm on the job, rodent hunting. He filled in my hole. (ok, it was a trench). While he's yelling, the stupid squirrel got away.
A rodent is a rodent! If we don't like squirrels, we don't like gophers! One's up high, one's down low. What's the problem?