Country life brings with it many rewards but one of them isn’t the common or garden mole. Our small rural patch was under sustained excavation from one (or maybe more) of these pesky pests burrowing beneath our feet to mine for juicy worms. The BBQ was in serious danger of dropping down a sink hole, and whole sections of the lawn began to resemble a toy-town Peak District as the industrious mouldywarp (as moles were called in Shakespeare’s day) built little hillocks from the tunnel spoil.

Mole hills are all too common in these parts. The local graveyard is full of ’em. The dearly departed may not mind, but the alive and kicking certainly do. I’ve had dreams of Mr Mole sunning himself on a little deckchair, cocktail in one hand, worm burger in the other; the party guest who never leaves. It’s the stuff of my nightmares – Wind in the Willows it ain’t. So I counter-attacked with organic repellent and coffee grains in the hope he’d get the message and move on to greener pastures. So far so good. I may have won the battle but the war is not over.
We find those ultrasonic scarers you stick in the ground are very effective against moles.
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Thanks for the heads up! 👍😁
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Had a holiday on a canal boat once called Mr Mole … the other boat in the fleet was named Ratty …
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😁
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Keeps you busy 😇
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Certainly does!
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The coffee helps? Do you dump it around a hole or right down into the hole?
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It seems to and I do both – dump it down the hole then scatter around.
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