I don't post much - I am a baaaaaad blogger, but some things are cause for celebration. I have captured a mole that has been wrecking havoc in my yard. I am NOT one to have a glorious, gorgeous golf course perfect yard, but I don't want to be tripping over mole mounds and staring at all the little trails they make around the yard. Those little mounds and trails also make it difficult to make my jumps and weave poles sit up straight.
At agility class Wednesday night, I was explaining my dilemma to Bill and he offered to let me borrow one of their mole traps. I got a lesson in setting the trap and headed home to begin my quest. Unfortunately, memory being what it is, I forgot about the trap in my van until last night. I checked the yard and it looked like Mr Mole had left for greener pastures (aka my neighbor's yard). I stomped down his trails and put the trap next to my fence so if he decided to come back into my yard, he would... well... not get very far.
So.... look at your own risk...
He's not pretty...
You've been warned...
At agility class Wednesday night, I was explaining my dilemma to Bill and he offered to let me borrow one of their mole traps. I got a lesson in setting the trap and headed home to begin my quest. Unfortunately, memory being what it is, I forgot about the trap in my van until last night. I checked the yard and it looked like Mr Mole had left for greener pastures (aka my neighbor's yard). I stomped down his trails and put the trap next to my fence so if he decided to come back into my yard, he would... well... not get very far.
So.... look at your own risk...
He's not pretty...
You've been warned...
LOL - that scene always cracks me up... so here is MY mole:
