Mole Wars

Aka: Mr. Mafia Molre3ce

We purchased our house almost a year ago & we have been diligent in cleaning up some items the previous owners left behind. We have also been painting, sealing the deck, & landscaping. Everything a new homeowner would do.

Well about 2 months ago we noticed in the front yard on the edge of where the jungle part starts there were the little mounds. I didn't pay much attention to them but Cheryl probably did & was thinking about a plan of attack.

Then we noticed about a month ago the little mounds had multiplied & were now moving in the direction of our shadow garden. This is a special area for me as it is my favorite part of the yard, it is romantic. It has a secret garden feel to it & in my mind's eye I see what this will develop into in the future. I have planted so many blooming flowers & added beautiful ferns. There is green foot friendly ground cover growing & recently white rock was added. So now our white rock as brown dirt on top of it. All the while I am suddenly not a lover of furry little creatures anymore as I am having visions of aiming a shotgun down this rodents hole!

We have tried poison, human hair, plugging the holes back up, and flooding with the hose. I was praying he would wash up drowned but to no avail, no mole...he must have a secret back door.

This morning as I am getting my morning cup of coffee I always look out the kitchen window at the back yard & admire how beautiful it is. None of it which I can take much credit for as this is Cheryl's baby. As I am feeling the dawning of a new day but what do I see???? Three freshly dug mole hills in our beautiful grass!! I run out of the house screaming at this point. At what I do not know because the stupid mole can't hear me, but now my neighbors think I am stark raving mad...nothing really new I guess...haha!

So we filled the holes back up with poison again! I did send an email to the pest control man to find out how much it is going to cost to rid us of this rodent. Never in my life have I been intruded on in this manner & not able to have any control over it.

I have always hated animals mounted on the wall & therefore have none in our home, but I think if this mole is in one piece when we finally kill him that I would like to mount him. It would give me much pleasure after all of this to walk by & smile at Mr. Mafia Mole mounted on my wall.

Kind of like the last gun slinger standing feeling! (blowing the smoke from my barrel)