Who really has pockets that big??

Okay, I am going to spare you the pictures this time. I found one to put on here, but my whole body was tingling as I looked at it, so I decided no to. If you really want to see, you can look up "pocket gopher" and see what one looks like. Why am I telling you this? Well, it all started about a month ago.
I am shuttering as I'm sitting here typing. Imagine going to the bathroom and all of a sudden, you hear this odd crunching sound coming from the wall. The more I listened, the more I realized, oh crap, something is in the wall. "Weldon? there's something in the wall." So he comes in and listens... yep, there is. Hmm, well who knows? Probably a mouse.
Next, imagine laying in bed and every night for the next month you hear that same sound under your bed, on the side of your bed. Getting woke up over and over and banging on the wall and banging on the floor to make it stop. "Oohhh, how the heck did a mouse even get in the wall? Wait, is it under the floor? Oh my heck, I think it may be, how is that possible?" So we call dad, " Have you ever heard of a mouse digging down 4 feet and then back up 4 feet?" He said he didn't think they did that. So we thought, it's definitely in the wall then. We'll put some pipes with de-con all around the outside of the house.
(Just a side note, as this was escalating, our cat was killing 20 to 40 mice and leaving them gutted and decapitated on our back porch, every night. So, you can imagine I was getting a little crazy about it.)
Finally, the other night, it sounded like it was scratching at the carpet. I knew that at any moment, it would be running around in our bedroom. Weldon did not believe me and for some reason I snapped and said "I hate this house! I am sick of all the rodents and bugs everywhere! I am going to sleep in the other room, I need sleep and I can't take this anymore! We have got to do something!!!" So, I left and a few minutes later. Weldon suddenly pulled our bed out and pulled back the carpet. Sure enough, there were holes all along the wall and something stuck it's nose through the hole and looked at Weldon. He came in to the other room and said, "Well, it's not a mouse, it's a lot bigger than that." Oh Great!! This is just great! We decided it was a mole, and put the carpet back and went to bed in the other room. Then next day, I went and bought some mole poison and Weldon put it down the whole and we left to a birthday party.
We came back and my sister Carol and her husband Mark came over. Weldon and Mark went in the bedroom and about an hour later, Mark asked me for some rubber gloves. Then, Weldon walks out holding this huge rat looking thing with two pocket knives stabbed through it. A rat? What the heck? Gross!!! So, he threw it out in the snow and then brought it back into the house a few more times for some reason and then decided to put it in a box out in the garage.
So we all go into the bedroom and look at the tunnel the thing had made right along our wall under the floor. It ate all the insulation away from the foundation wall and then some of the concrete cracked and fell through. And yes, there is a nice chunk of carpet eaten away! and, yes, it was right under where I lay my head! Double gross!!!
Weldon took it to the county and they laughed at the story and said it was a pocket gopher and a healthy one at that. That's about as big as they get I guess. The good news was they travel alone and this was probably the only one on our property. I am so glad that's over. We have slept much better the last 2 nights.
I don't blame you if you never want to come to my house after reading this story.