Hello fellow bloggers, readers and passers-by,
Everyone has seen them at one time or another. Those raised lines of soil trailing haphazardly along your lawn. You walk over to them and relentlessly press them down with your foot, only to wake the next morning to see them pulling something akin to Lazarus... They've risen again!
Yes folks, even in the wonderful whole in the wall called Oak Grove, moles do exist. And so does a never-giving up husband named Rodney. You see, he loves his lawn as do I. He tends to it like a woman would her mani/pedi and can't stand for things to miraculously appear, be them God made or otherwise.
A trip to our local Lowe's store for a mole trap several years ago proved completely worthless. It worked better as a lawn ornament. Nevertheless, the ice storm of 2009 seemed to have made the moles disappear. Alas, el nino has ended and the insects/spiders/rodents/mosquitoes are worse than ever! The mole hath returned!
With a more determined frame of mind, hubby and I venture back to Lowes in search of a product that will eradicate these vicious creatures -- it seemed determined to hit our pecan tree -- and we cherish that tree! Perusing the products they have available, one catches his eye: Poison Peanuts! Reading the label, we agree this is the best way to end the little bugger!
The sun had just began to set and he walks, I waddle, to what we've now deemed "ground zero". Following the labels instructions we bait the area - and wait. The next morning, reminding me of a child on Christmas morning, hubby trails outdoors to see if there was any sign of his return - and there was! We knew he took the bait... and just as we were about to celebrate, we glance over our land and see another risen area of soil some 100 ft from us.
Hubby's eyes widen, a sinister smiles stretches across his face as he launches an all out assault on the mole from hades. The following is a true story.
Day 2: "I can't tell if he's taking the bait. There are signs he's been there, but he keeps moving."
Day 3: "He's definately moving. The poison isn't working. I'm going to have to set it out better."
Day 4: "I've baited nearly every trail he's been in. There's rocks all over hiding the bait so I should be able to kill him."
Warning - Graphic!
On the 5th day, I walk into the kitchen as hubby is returning from the back yard. He has this glimmer in his eye, nothing too evil, yet, a very satisfied look appears. I ask, "Did you get him?" He replies, "With the shovel! I seen him moving when I was out there, so I started digging about a foot behind him. I dug up the tunnel real fast and killed him with the shovel!"
And what woman wouldn't be proud of her solider husband, defending their pecan tree against the likes of one sadistic mole?
Hope you enjoyed! We certainly did!
Until Tomorrow,
L
