There’s a battle going on in my front yard.
Playing for the home team is Husband, international businessman with a master’s degree in engineering.
On the visitor’s side: the mole, five ounces of blind destruction. Mole is determined to make my front yard the super highway of moledom. The on ramp to the good life underground. He stealthily moves from tree to tree and every morning we wake up to new evidence of his night-time frolics.
Everyone has a home remedy for getting rid of the moles. Some say you should mix lye with boiling water and pour into the tunnel. Others have been known to hook one end of a hosepipe up to their car exhaust, stick the other end in the tunnel and then turn the car on. Various pellets, poisons and pills can be found on the shelves at stores dealing with such products.
We’ve tried to get the cat interested in mole hunting, but she can’t be bothered.
So our weapon of choice is the trap.
As you can see, this trap is set right on Mole Main Street. But this is what happens:
He just waltzes right past it.
A little while ago Husband said the trap was sprung and we went out to see if the tiny blind bastard finally bit the dust.
Nope. Empty trap. The mole lives on to dig another day.
And I swear I heard laughter as we walked away.