I know this is Groundhog Day but I have a little something else to share. Several years ago, at Christmas time, we came out of our front door to find a mole lying in the garden.
Now moles were the bane of our neighborhood. They would tunnel through our yards destroying everything in site. Every morning we could see where they had been with the mounds of dirt piled up everywhere.
Our neighbor set traps with no luck at all.
Of course my first thought once finding this mole lying there was to wrap him up as a little Christmas gift for our neighbor. Into a pretty box he went with a bow on top. We went out through the back yard with our "gift" and into their home.
We gave him the package, so pretty and festive and then I had a thought. What if the mole wasn't actually dead but had just been stunned for a bit. I suddenly pictured this critter leaping out of the tissue paper and onto our friends face. Too late to stop him. He opened his gift and smiled from ear to ear. Hooray. One mole down and probably 50 to go.
Yes the poor thing was completely dead. Our friend loved his Christmas gift.
Did I mention I am really weird?
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