It's okay, Gina.
There will be no pictures of dead critters.
If we were keepin' score I would have to say that the moles are winnin'.
He has "captured" 2.
He's been at it for 3 weeks.
After all the snow melted, he went back to work on his mole project.
Seriously, people all those things that people suggest to "capture" moles doesn't work.
There is no device that sends out a high pitched squeal that repels the little bastards. It didn't work with the roaches in my aunt's house....it was more like something they all went to get warmth. I picked it to clean around the table it was settin' on....and the nasty roaches scurry away!!
It was so gross!!
But Roy is a hunter....which means he's extremely patient. I thank all that is Good And Holy every day that he so patient and only rolls his eyes at the dumbass things I do. But none the less, he is patient.
He came up with a brilliant idea for a trap. He thought if he buried a coffee can in the tunnel, that when the mole came thru, he would just fall into the can and not be able to get out.
Roy's so cute that way.
He came in Sunday mornin' to give me an update on the coffee can experiment. "It was full of dirt. Why?"
I surmised that maybe the mole was pushin' dirt down the tunnel to the openin' and just put it in the can.
"No! That's not it. I figure he was feelin' around in the dark" he closed his eyes and motioned with his hands like he was mole, "and said hhhmm and turned around. But why did he put dirt in my can?"
Well by now, I'm cracked up. Watchin' him imitate a mole...was just more than I could take.
I just shrug my shoulder and go back to what I doin'...let him figure it out.
He decided to go old school. "If I get my pistol I can eat my breakfast while I watch the hole."
See that small object in front of that bush...it's a "bobber".
He watches for the bobber to move.
There is a fine line between Dedication and Obsession.
And it's good material for my blog either way.