Day 13 - KILL IT!!!!

Each and every morning in our home, we have a tradition:  count how many new mole hills have appeared overnight.  Daisy will throw open the curtains and exclaim "THERE ARE 5 MORE HILLS!!!!" And Dan falls into routine by cursing the mole, threatening his life, yelling out all sorts of things usually aimed at bitter enemies or criminals and I quietly smirk, thinking of how the mole lives on.  It's getting pretty substantial - I can count over 50 recent piles.  Despite the fact that the mole is making a mess of our yard, I've taken his side in the battle.  Afterall, his home is outside, so how fair is it to be mad at him?  We just picked his home for our yard.  I think the mole community has established eminent domain and we're out of luck.   Well, unless Dan keeps up his promise to sleep outside with a gun, like a crazy-person. 

Today when we woke to 9 fresh mounds, he drug the garden hose out to the yard, in the freezing-cold wind,  and attempted to drown the mole all day. Seriously.  

I have a feeling there will be record-numbered piles in the yard tomorrow. 

[GIGGLE.]