Several weeks ago, we saw what we thought was a mouse in the house. After setting many traps and 5 weeks we have had zero success catching the critter.
My suspicion has been that we actually saw a mole. We had a few in the yard several years ago. They burrow under the grass and eat grubs. They kill the grass where they burrow yielding “yellow” strips. I think that somehow a little black mole got into the house five weeks ago but eventually found his way back out into the front yard.
Now we have a mole in a hole. His/her entrances are clearly marked. I love the rhyme. A mole in a hole. It’s like a mouse in the house, a pest in a nest, a hog in a log, or a bear in a lair. The mole would be funny if it wasn’t so destructive.
My friendly ACE hardware man gave me a cannister of toxic “stuff” to pour down the hole of the mole. A heavy stone is then supposed to be placed over the entrance. My assumption is that they eat the “stuff” and go to their eternal heaven.
Outwitting a mole is at the top of my list of things I want to do today. I think it is God’s way of keeping me “grounded”. Today we battle the mole.
Today is Grandson Dominic’s birthday. I believe it is No.12. He is a Taurus just like me. It means he is strong, caring, persistent and a good problem solver. Taurus has a tendency to be strong minded and independent. Not us! Here is wishing Dominic a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
May 1, is tomorrow! That means great conditions for growing raspberries (I know someone who has bushes).
Love,
Dad