When I first got my urban garden, it was buried under garbage and riddled with tunnels. Having lived in Baltimore for years, I naturally assumed that the place was crawling with rats. "Oh well," I though, "if they don't bother me, I won't bother them, either."
But I never met the neighbors. I would occasionally hear some scrabbling in the compost pile, and think "if you are going to compost in West Oakland, you had better expect some rats. At least they help break things down, and leave behind fertilizer."
Imagine my surprise, when after a year, I finally spotted this guy. I think he is a pocket gopher. From what I've read, he's a solitary creature. He doesn't seem to be doing any harm.
When I showed this photo to Robb, he laughed uncontrollably.
Robb appreciates a tough, funny vegetarian, after all!