Sunday morning we took the day off of church... our little girl had a fever the day before, and our church has that 24 hour no fever policy.  So, that beautiful morning, our son comes rushing in screaming, "THE MULCH IS MOVING! GET ME A SHOVEL!  GET THE CAT CAGE!! COME QUICKLY!!"  Yep... we have a most industrious, most destructive MOLE in our most beauteous garden.  I'm not kidding when I say that prisoners should smuggle one into jail with them... they would be free in about 10 hours.

So, our nasty mole has dug channels and tunnels all through our garden and is now venturing into our yard.  What on earth should I do~?????  Really, if you have any ideas, I would be most grateful. 

 Geckmeister the Valiant has been promised $50 if he catches or kills said mole.  He's out there right now with shovel in hand staring at the mulch... been doing it for a half hour now.  I'm starting to think he might be getting obsessed.  But dagnabit... that mole must die!  Ohmygoodness... wait... now he has taken a cardboard box and propped it up with a stick a-la-Christopher-Robin waiting to "trap" the mole! LOLOL!!!  TOO funny.  Now he just came in and asked me, "MOM!  What do moles like to eat??"  He ran to get a carrot  :o)

Zoozoo just stomps on the "squishy spots" and giggles.  Fifty bucks?  She's rather have a fist full of quarters than a flimsy rectangular piece of paper with "50" in the corner any ol' day.

A week ago, The Man of the Place, the kids and I were on our way to church.  We saw a robin get hit on the highway.  Well, the robin didn't die, he just flip-flopped around, much to the horror of my kids.  Daddy the Brave turned the car around and ran out into the four lane highway (CRAZY thing to do, I know!) to rescue the bird.  So, we tended the little bird for three days; feeding worms and berries every two hours. 

Well, then the kids came downstairs sobbing on the third night.  "Speckle died!  Speckle died waaaaaahhhhaaa!"  So, we talked about compassion, and how this little bird was God's, and how He got to decide what to do with him, and on and on.  Then Zoozoo looks up with a tear stained face and says, "We will always help animals who are hurt... except for hippopotamuses because, well, they're just too big."  Then she went on to say, "If Speckle had lived we would NOT have let him go at the zoo because an elephant might have sniffed him up his nose and then he would have died for SURE."

Gotta LOVE kids... I could have a houseful  :o)

So, that is what has been happening so-far this summer vacation.

By the way... I still would very much appreciate any mole help or mole stories...