Every now and again our garden is plagued with moles from the surrounding fields.
Over the years I've got pretty good at getting rid. For a year or two a battery powered thumper worked (which tends to scare them away, but after two years (despite changes of batteries) our local population seemed to learn to ignore the noise. My lawn was once again ruined with them often partying around the thumper, even creating a near perfect sundial of molehills round it one year.
So I slowly learned to trap them taking lessons from a neighbouring farmer's son and reading up about it. I've done it quite successfully ever since, usually getting them after a few days with one of my two designs of traps.
This year it's been different.
I've been pursuing one very clever little mole around his territory for about 6 weeks using numerous little ploys and ruses not to alert him, employing all the nuances of trap setting technique and bait I now have at at my disposal.
He however, has been laughing at my efforts, setting off traps with ramrods of earth almost daily and then diverting round the sprung trap. It's been a battle of wills.
Today though, barely half an hour ago, I got him, a trap springing
three metres away from where I was resetting another.
I gleefully pulled the trap out of the molehill, to find an extremely annoyed mole caught round the hips but still very much alive. In excellent condition and feisty to boot.
This left me with a dilemma, as normally one only finds them after 12 hours or so and they are invariably dead.
This handsome little chap screamed defiance at me and on immediately releasing him I was able to confirm that his spine was intact and that he could still motor at a considerable rate with all four limbs, heading for the nearest soft earth.
I recaptured him to further screaming and even growling (which I have not heard from a mole before) Plucky and fearless!
That decided it of course, as it made it pretty impossible for me to dispatch him, however humanely. He was very strong and quite determined to inflict injury on my fingers: a quick decision was made.
So I started to carry him to the nearest mole free wooded permanent pasture where his soil spoil would not ruin hay, sileage or my lawn
. In that environment they can often do just as much good as harm albeit their
mole-drains are pretty random.
However as I went past a neighbours house fifty yards or so away he managed to squirm out of my now cramping scruff grip and before I could react he had bailed out and lost himself in the hedge bottom surrounding my neighbours perfectly kept lawn.....
The point being.......... I don't know whether to tell the holidaying neighbour!
He will not be pleased!
Super Mario Mole
digs on, ever more wary, with a whole new garden to ravage!
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 27/06/2012 16:11 by H's D.