Hold on, before you jump to conclusions, I'm not talking about the ones endorsed by Cindy Crawford or Chesney Hawkes...no, I'm talking about the ones, who, if they were six feet tall and armed with a pointy stick with poo on the end would, without a doubt, take over the entire universe and the world as well. Have you ever seen one? I must admit, the little beggers are hard to see, and, strangely enough, find it hard too see as well!

You little shit! Off moy larrnd!

I am an animal lover (not in the Biblical sense of course) and would find it hard to kill any living thing, BUT I have to make one exeption, Mr Mole. Dont get me wrong, I couldn't kill him personally with my fists or anything like that, but I would, and have set traps. Even as I sit here trying to type this, I feel ashamed. Well, I do now but not when, in the Summer (remember them)? I have just finished mowing and caring for and treating my lawn* and stand back after spending most of my Saturday sweating and breaking my back in the hot sun,  to admire my beautiful, lush green, perfectly striped bowling green like lawn  to see what can only be described as a Mount Killimanjaro made out of soil, appear as if by magic, on my grass.

This has happened to me, my friends, and to say I was upset is an understatement! I dont swear as a rule, but I did then, in fact, I ran out of swear words and had to make some new ones up!! Anyway, as I said, I set a trap, and when I saw, after two days, the trap had gone off, I was very exited. Exited, that is, until I took the trap out of the ground  and saw  the poor little thing all dead. But I ask you, what can you do?