Dang Varmits!

As soon as we moved into the new house, we had a fence put up around part of the property to keep the pooch in and keep the other critters out. After the fence was completed I noticed a couple of dead limbs on trees and another tree was deader than a door nail near the fence and thought... gee, if we get a storm and that falls, it's gonna fall right on our new fence! So, I call the local tree climber and he comes out and estimates how much it's going to cost...I didn't have to hesitate because it was cheaper than what I paid the last guy in our old neighborhood to trim some branches off two trees!

So, the tree guy says, he's gonna haffta pull his truck 'round back cuz he won't be able to climb the one tree because it's loaded with poison ivy... Oooooh Kaaaay! We just told him to be very very careful because the well is over there and we don't want him to damage it with his big ass rig. He said, no problem as long as it didn't rain and the ground was soggy.

Wouldn't you know it, the day before he's supposed to be here, it rains so hubby and I go out and check over by the well and notice the ground is soggy...Oh boy, now what do we do? The hubster says, call a "well guy" to come out and check to see if it's leaking...Yeah, we're city folk, not country yet, so I said, okay honey, whatevar!

Tree guy comes out and I walk him over to the soft spot and told him I didn't think he ought to drive over this because, well, it's the well and we think it might have a leak and it's very soft, etc, etc. I point out where the soft spot is and the grass is not growing there....

He says, that's not wet, you got dang "VARMITS"! My eyebrows raise and I say, dang VARMITS? what kind of dang Varmits? (as I am backing up carefully) He says, you know, those kind of VARMITS, well, the ones that...well here you go ma'am...

Ya see them thar trails? Them dang VARMITS are underground diggin'. Oh my! So, now what do I do besides hum to myself the theme song to "Green Acres" Darling I love you, but give me Park Avenue! He proceeds to tell me they are moles... And how do I get rid of them? Is there a "mole man" I can call? He says, you trap em' yourself. I was waiting to hear the rest of the story...uh, yeah, you trap em' and then git yurself a big kettle and cook em' up, they make a killer stew...oh Yuck!

Well, as long as the dang VARMITS don't bother me, I won't bother them... I don't think I like moles, unless they are Pink but I highly doubt it... I have never seen one and hope I never do!