The most disgusting thing just happened.
Yesterday afternoon when we came home from our trip, I walked around the yard to stretch and check on my flowers and noticed that a mole had absolutely wrecked our back yard. It was late in the day, and I didn't want to fool with the mole trap.
But this morning I went outside and stomped down all the mole tunnels. An hour later, I checked the trail, saw where the mole had raised up what I'd stomped down, and set the trap in the trail.
Fast forward 4 hours.
I decided to water the thirsty flowers. In the process, I saw that the mole had dug all around the trap but had not sprung it. I figured he'd get there, eventually, but just as I was about to turn off the water hose, I decided to poke it down in the mole tunnel to see if I could drown it or at least piss it off.
Behold, a pink nose poked up out of the ground!
I ran over to the compost pile to get the shovel. It wasn't there, but the pitchfork was, so I grabbed it and stabbed it down in the mole tunnel, and when I lifted it up, there was a fat, squirming mole impaled on one of the tines.
EWWWWW!
The Husband was not here to finish it off, and I wasn't about to chop it in half or brain it.
So I drowned it in a bucket of water.
And left it for The Husband to deal with when he gets home.
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