Picture this… Kids are playing in the pool across the yard… Its in the 80’s… Sitting in the shade of a tree, I am kicked back in my lawn chair after working on the yard all morning… Having just got out of the shower, I am ready to kick back and read a book… I read a few chapters… And the next thing I know, Ang is waking me up from a dead sleep!
Ahhhhhh…. That felt good!
In other news: I was mowing today, and was trying to clean up some mole holes that have been popping up in the front yard. Well, with the zero-turn mower, I just roll up over the hole and hit reverse on the wheel over the hole. It cleans it up and spread the dirt out… Once the dirt was cleaned up, I backed up…And what should I see??? The dirt kicked back up… Was I seeing things? I knocked it down again… And it did the same thing. Hmmmmm…. I have heard of being able to see moles go through the trails, but I have never seen this in person. I gave it one more run over, and it did it again.
In a moment of adrenaline, and years of pent-up mole rage, I grabbed a stick off the mower (The one I keep to clean grass out of the deck when it gets plugged) and came raining death on the varmint. It was like a scene from 300… I was Spartan! I jammed the stick straight down in the ground, then in one swift motion, I stabbed under the mound and popped that guy right out of the ground. Man, I am getting breathless now thinking about it! Pretty exciting stuff!