Abby and I returned home from being gone all weekend to find several new mole hills in our backyard. For some odd reason that was the last straw for me. I couldn't take it anymore. I'd had it with the mole. I was tired of pounding down the mounds and never actually taking care of the problem.
So, immediately after work on Monday I drove to the country store and walked straight to the poison and trap aisle. I was through messing around. I meant business now. Price was no object. There were no if ands or buts about it; I was going to buy the best trap money could buy. There were two traps to choose from: a plastic, hokey looking one; or the metal jaws-of-life, I'm-gonna-crush-anything-that-gets-in-my-way looking one. Which one do you think I chose? Of course I brought home the bone crusher.
I reviewed the how-to instructions with my neighbor (Mr. Pest Control) and then proceeded to set it up under ground in the mole tunnel. Personally, I didn't expect to see any results for a few days. I wasn't very patient; so the next morning (less than 12 hours later) I checked the trap. What luck! The trap went off over night. Instead of pulling it out of the ground and checking to see if I caught anything, I went back inside and had breakfast. I kinda figured that the trap mistakenly went off and that I was going to have to reset it. To satisfy my curiosity, though, I pulled the trap out of the ground before leaving for work, and to my surprise I found a mole ensnared in the trap. And boom goes the dynamite!
That I'm-gonna-crush-anything-that-gets-in-my-way looking trap only cost me $13.26. Best $13 I've ever spent.
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