Meet the Moleinator. This is the most persistent man I have ever seen. When most people get a pesky mole they set up traps and let it be. Or adopt it as a pet and name him Digger -- Anyone remember Shirt Tales? Anyone? Anyone? But most people set a trap and then no worries, no more thoughts. Not this man. Days...I tell you DAYS...he has spent walking the perimeter of the farm. Searching for his arch enemy -- The Mole. Patience and persistence are two qualities he adheres strictly too...I know, hard to believe we are related.
And what shall he do when he sees the earth being to move as the mole begins to work his way under the soil? Why the most obvious thing anyone would think of...use this pick ax to pull it up from the earth in a bloody mess.
I know, I know...you see where it comes from now. The Twerps so wanted Grandpa to be successful this week so they could be a first hand eyewitness to this gruesome ritual we perform. But alas, the mole did not cooperate.
However, I received an email this morning....
There is one less mole on the farm after this morning. One day late! G-Pa