Holey moley!

Did you know that there are no moles on the Isle of Man? Just like the fact that there are no snakes in Ireland. Information of no consequence except when one has a problem with moles or snakes. Here in sunny Norfolk ( yes it has been ridiculously warm for the past two days)we have had moles in our garden. Moles are really quite cute creatures except that these little critters are a menace where gardens are concerned. They go about their little ways, burrowing under the ground and make mole hills all over the place and what was once a beautifully kept lawn looks like the moon with craters of uplifted earth scarring the landscape. So we got in our friend, Phil the mole catcher to catch these little blind, furry creatures by setting traps for them; traps which unfortunately kill them. I do not like to use that K-word as far as animal life is concerned but we humans have to draw the line somewhere when it comes to " not in my backyard" syndrome. Sorry Mr Mole, I know you need to have a diet of earthworms but please could you get your dinner somewhere else? Phil managed to trap two fat moles the other day and our newly cut lawn now looks pristine. Today I spotted two little mounds of earth on the other side of the garden....Mr and Mrs Mole ( RIP) appear to have left some offspring who are carrying on their legacy as children are wont to do. Have you heard about Tom and Jerry? Well it sounds to me it might be Phil and Moley now. The saga continues...