A Mole Tale

I was mowing the other day and noticed tunnels in the yard; strange, I hadn't seen them last time I mowed. As I mowed I stomped on the tunnels because the grass was dying. At first I thought I was seeing things because whenever I stomped the tunnel, the ground in front of my foot would move. Oh my.......I found the digger!

You can see the snaking of the tunnel, just look for the dead grass. I didn't have a tool nearby and didn't want to lose track of the "tunnel maker" so I dove my hand into the ground.

Here's the proof.................

And further proof, here's what I came up with.............I captured the mole. This is why it's good to always have an ice cream bucket handy; it's useful for so many things, weeds, critters, etc.

I saw my neighbor across the street and asked her, "what do you do with a mole once you catch it?" She said you dispatch it. What does that mean? I was thinkin' of taking it to an unnamed park so he or she could make it's home some place else.

Moles are squirmy things that squeek like mice (but their fur is oh-so soft) - I couldn't get a clear picture. Of course, they won't smile for the camera - they don't even know you're taking a picture because they're blind, I'm not even sure they have eyes. They live in the dark so I guess they don't need them.

At one point it wriggled out of my hands and Misty got a hold of it in her mouth and was having fun flinging it around. Poor mole - amazing it didn't kill over from fear. Anyway, the mole was "dispatched," thank goodness for nice neighbors. Don't ask, I feel horrible about it, even though I didn't actually do the "dispatching," I was an accomplice. For shame! Sorry lil' mole but you were destroying the yard.