A few nights ago, Nugget was sniffing intently around a post in our backyard. Gary went out to inspect the situation after we saw the ground moving. Gary came in and said, "There's a critter out there that has a long mouse face with a little tiny pig snout."
"A mole!" I shouted gleefully. We googled mole pictures just to verify. And sure enough, this is what Gary saw:
"A mole!" I shouted gleefully. We googled mole pictures just to verify. And sure enough, this is what Gary saw:
(Yeesh, someone needs to trim their fingernails.)
By the next morning, our little mole frienemy (I say friend, Gary says enemy) had already started edging / aerating our lawn.
By the next morning, our little mole frienemy (I say friend, Gary says enemy) had already started edging / aerating our lawn.
(His path is now five times as long as this, running along the edge of our patio and backyard.)
Nugget was put in charge of getting rid of the mole, but since he's not allowed to dig, it's been a real challenge for him. He's been really stressed out about it because, you know, his allowance is riding on it.
Nugget was put in charge of getting rid of the mole, but since he's not allowed to dig, it's been a real challenge for him. He's been really stressed out about it because, you know, his allowance is riding on it.