Licensed... to hunt gophers

Greetings all,
For those that are not aware, I have been involved in the grand project of "restoring the land". These are some pictures of what the yard was like when we moved in as compared to more recently. This process has gone from bramble - > dirt - > grass. Originally we just threw down whatever grass we had in an attempt to get green. Now that I have grass, I've become a grass snob and now dislike the quality of my grass.. go figure. So with the help of a borrowed rototiller (Special thanks to G'Pa and G'Ma Huf for the extra long loan), I've started to re-till the back, planting one consistent type of grass that I like.
So now to the title of this post, for it must have been the transformation of this dead world into the paradise it is becoming, that first attracted the gopher. Now I don't recall having to deal with these guys back east, and other than the movie "Caddyshack", I can't say that I'm familiar with the species at all.
After multiple attempts to, shall we say.. "relocate the gopher to the untouched green fields of the afterlife", I have come to the conclusion that I am in fact dealing with a cartoon gopher.

Let's examine the evidence:

1. I've gassed this guy 4 times and he has survived. Only a cartoon gopher is either smart enough to snuff the wick after I've plugged the hole, or wear his gasmask which he procured from his endless supply of ACME brand products.
   
2. Water. I've sent rivers of water at this guy and yet, he still is around. No doubt he is now the cleanest gopher having dutifully shampooed and washed with every flooding and is the envy of friends and family alike.
3. Non-lethal methods only seem to please him. I got this anti-gopher powder stuff that is made up of dried blood, bone, and chili pepper. I am sure that being a southern California gopher, he likes it spicy, and has been bottling what I've spread around and in his holes.
   
4. He mocks all creatures bigger than him. He pops in and out of his holes, just enough to tease the neighborhood cat or get the kids worked up. This gopher has NEVER shown himself live and in person to me, thereby demonstrating a higher intelligence than a real one since he knows that I'd likely take the rototiller to the spot.
   

So there you go. Conclusive evidence that I am dealing with a cartoon gopher.

The latest attempt to dislodge him from my lands comes in the form of a couple devices that send soundwaves every 28 seconds that gophers find highly irritating. Now this of course will result in two options..

1. The gopher will leave, unable to stand the annoying sound and go on to greener pastures

OR

2. He will undoubtably don his pair of ACME earmuffs and mock me yet again...

Daddy