There is something creeping, or should I say burrowing into our neighborhood. The grassy entrance has been taken over. This four letter word strikes fear and terror in my husband’s heart. Do you know what this is?
Looks like a simple pile of dirt, but it is evil incarnate to my husband. This has been created by a M-O-L-E!
My husband takes immense pride in his lawn and this critter is not welcome. This evidence of a mole is at the entrance to the subdivision, but that is too close for comfort for him. He will be watching all of the lawns the mole has access to before he gets to our corner of the neighborhood.
I pity the poor mole who makes the mistake of turning toward our yard. He will not be long for this world should he zig, when he should have zagged.