This just came to my attention. Barbara Damrosch dishes the dirt about these rodents in A Game of Whack-a-Vole:
No sentiment please. No matter how reverent we gardeners may feel about the web of life there are times when the list of predators must include you.
We’re on the same page, Barbara.
Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.
in The Washington Post, November 6, 2013