For those faithful readers you know I have had an ongoing battle with a mole in my backyard for the past two summers. Two and a half years ago I caught (killed) one in a trap and his replacement would not fall for the traps and thus eluded and taunted 'til I was going crazy trying every product/sprinkle/device with no result.
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Yesterday evening I did what every cyclist in SWMO did with finally no rain and decently clear skies, I did yard work and since it was a planned rest day didn't even look at the bike. I was starting to regret my non-biking decision and if I had ridden I wouldn't have had the following 'adventure':
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About a month ago I applied my usual grub killer to the lawn and immediately noticed new mole runs in my flower/shrub beds. Yesterday afternoon Ian and I planted a new Dogwood near the garden and afterwards (10 minutes) I went back to replace the decorative rock and lo and behold I saw the earth pulsating about 2 feet from where I planted the tree. Shovel, rake, and hatchet (Ian's tool of choice) was laying right there so I picked up the hatchet and unleashed two years of 
wrath on little mound of moving soil!!!!! Those things move so fast and I figured I missed him, but when the dust and smoke cleared (ok, there was no dust or smoke, but it sounds better) there lay that 'thorn in my side' dead. VICTORY!!!!!
wrath on little mound of moving soil!!!!! Those things move so fast and I figured I missed him, but when the dust and smoke cleared (ok, there was no dust or smoke, but it sounds better) there lay that 'thorn in my side' dead. VICTORY!!!!! .
I took my prey and proudly displayed him to my neighbors anticipating a great feast with celebration, but all I got was a "nice, let's hope the next one doesn't do more damage...". Whatever! In my mind I was king of my domain that evening and no one had any idea of the mental celebration I had.
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