The War Front

Came home from the vacation to find that a mole had started to build a compound in the yard. I am pretty sure it was a mole jihad training camp. Anyways, with out Hannah on the prowl the little bastards had free reign of the yard. Like most patriotic Americans I take pride in my lawn. When the enemy attacks and degrades our sovereign territory (the lawn) there is only one option, destroy the bastards. (note: If this was Obama's back yard he would sit down, try to speak to them and ask them to leave.) So woke up early Sunday and went to the local arms dealer, a.k.a. Lowes. They set me up with the above, some dried hogs blood mixed with pepper powder, and this metal contraption that you place over the hole. The pictured Giant Destroyer was a smart weapon. Light the fuse place it in a hole and when it smokes cover the hole. Then find the other holes where smoke is escaping and cover them. The idea is to suffocate the little bastards. Good fun. I then ripped out a bunch of ground cover with an extensive root system on the other side of the fence. Based on my extensive research I believed that the ground cover was supplying food for the grubs. Moles live primarily on grubs. Then fertilized the lawn and placed the powder around the perimeter of the yard. They are blind, and rely on smell to get around. The hogs blood and pepper should help repel the moles. Hopefully the war is won. If another mound and hole appear I will use the gadget that sits over the hole and spears the mole when it is triggered.

Another major irritant on Sunday the Charger Game was not televised in the OC. Instead we got the Browns and Cowboys. What a joke.