|Candidate for Safe Worker of the Year|
Okay, so let's talk moles.
That time it was in my other home. Throughout my ten years in Delaware, well I've had moles on a couple of occasions. Only problem is I didn't know it.
One year my entire honeysuckle bloom failed to fill the air with the aroma of heaven. I noted the honeysuckle, a vine that normally blooms with vigor and delivers spring directly to my nose, was void of its leaves and, of course, its smell.
Oh yes, moles make ugly burrows all around lawns that looks as if someone had taken an egg beater and swirled it all around the land to fill it with mounds and holes while killing the grass.
Moles also love to chew on the roots of mature bushes and trees and this years the moles really did me dirty.
It was the moles what ate my honeysuckle that year of no bloom. It's also the moles who almost destroyed my azaleas and hedge roses.
|The front porch garden too had moles running amok|
Indeed if I can stop the moles from their underground root destruction the hedge roses and azaleas might recover.
Moles will also eat annuals and ground cover in their route to the bugs. They will avoid some plantings but if there's a larvae across the way the moles will destroy all root matter in its way to get to it.
|Look at that cactus plant growing in the swamps!|
Way I figgered, I'm over 200 pounds and a mole weighs maybe what? 2, 3 pounds? I got the advantage here even not taking into account my superior brain.
This year I didn't have A mole. I had moleS. There were many moles in my small plot of earth on this planet this past spring.
Of course I didn't realize how bad it was until the lawn mower practically sunk to China as it tried to MOWMENTUM its way through the grass. Then I saw the swirls as if aliens from above descended to the earth with giant mixers and mixed the soil to a perfect checker cake work of art.
|The container garden|
Yes I put juicy fruit down in the run. First, I didn't know you had to chew it first. Second, when I started chewing it and shoved it down the hole the dog managed to root out the gum so I had to reconnoiter, as it were.
Over the course of the summer I tried the gum and I tried poison mole pellets sold in a catalogue.
I do believe I somehow culled down my eco-system's mole population by simply making life very unpleasant. In due course the mole runs became fewer and fewer.
|Front porch and dog|
After only a week or so of this relentless destruction of the runs they dig, soon they'll go away, probably cursing you out and all of your descendants.
Ah but they'll come back!
Got to walk the lot every day, got to stomp down their runs. Best way to spot a fresh mole run, the soil on top is cracked open as if a tiny earthquake opened up the top of the ground. Press it down soon as you see it, walk on it, STOMP on it.
The moles will curse you out but he or she will leave for your torment.