I posted recently about Ollie and The Mole. After finding Ollie digging in the garden, we later realised that he was searching for a mole. This was apparent when we found a small row of molehills had appeared on the lawn, radiating from the area of the shed. Discussing the situation with local people, it was generally agreed that moles are notoriously difficult to get rid of. Some had laid conventional traps, a hit-and-miss affair, if you are not sure what direction the mole is taking. Others had used the modern approach, sonic spikes that emit mole-disturbing sounds, making them want to leave your property. One way is disruptive, having to cut trenches across your grass, the other very expensive.
I decided to wait and see. Not one of my better ideas. After flattening the molehills, and seeing no activity for a few days, we awoke one morning to a fresh batch of recently-turned hills. We had to go off on holiday, so could do little about it at the time. Arriving home on Friday, we were worried to see a change of direction from Mr Mole (OK, or Mrs Mole). New hills had sprung up along the edge of the house. They were in the small gap between the rear paving slabs of the patio, and directly under the kitchen window. This might well affect drainage from the sink, the guttering down-pipes, and the waste water from our washing machine. Time to take some drastic action, before the little blighter undermines the whole house!
Julie has contacted the Norwich ‘Mole Woman’. She is an accomplished mole-catcher (apparently) and advertises her services with the unusual offer of ‘No Mole-No Fee’. Mind you, if she does catch the culprit, the fee is substantial. Still, this will be less than the cost of new turf for the entire lawn, or sorting out drain problems caused by the industrious tunneler.
Luckily, our neighbours pitched in to help. When we were away, they installed a statue of a mole, dressed as a miner, on one of the fresh hills. The lamp in his miners’ hat is a solar powered light. Not only do we have to see the small statue during the day to remind us of the mole, we also have him illuminated at night, so we can continue to worry during the hours of darkness.
Just as well we have a good sense of humour.