We first noticed it last fall. While trying to extract weeds from the flowerbed, the ground sank under our feet. What was that??? After asking around, we discovered that moles—those cute little furry gray things—had taken up residence on Warwick. They were not invited, and we have been trying to evict them ever since. Except for the unrelated clover that is popping up, the yard doesn’t look bad but we’ve been told that the problem will not go away easily and we really don’t want to have to start over growing a new crop on our Fayetteville hillside. We are putting on our helmets and declaring war—we want to make those little varmints turn and run! We want to restore the solid integrity of our grassy patch of real estate!
All things considered, moles are fascinating animals ...
A 5 ounce mole will consume 45-50 lbs of worms and insects each year.
Moles can dig surface tunnels at approximately 18 feet/hour.
Moles travel through existing tunnels at about 80 feet/minute.
Moles contain twice as much blood and twice as much hemoglobin as other mammals of similar size. This allows moles to breathe more easily in underground environments with low oxygen.
Two main sources of action have surfaced: get a cat (Mr. Zipper voted against that one) or take away their food source. (Won’t they just go next door, we asked?) Anyway, we are considering the first but actively pursuing the latter by ridding our yard of those nasty little grub worms.
Ah, yes, the grubworms of life. Sunday, since the speaker at our Alpha class was under the weather, they showed a Louie Giglio video on hope. It didn’t start out very hopeful, maybe even considered depressing by some as he read e-mails from students from his Passion Conferences. They had stepped out on their Christian faith but the ground had been burrowed under and had collapsed beneath their feet. Louis always finds his way back to the cross of Christ, the anchor of our souls—in our case, shall we say solid ground, unvisited by doubt, fear, discouragement, or hopelessness. Those little varmints, too, must be routed.
You cute but destructive little moles—turn and run! The master gardener has provided milky spore grub control for our spiritual landscapes. No procrastination—can we decide to encourage each other to take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ? Then we can step out on any day—cloudy or sunny—on earth that will never give way.
A 5 ounce mole will consume 45-50 lbs of worms and insects each year.
Moles can dig surface tunnels at approximately 18 feet/hour.
Moles travel through existing tunnels at about 80 feet/minute.
Moles contain twice as much blood and twice as much hemoglobin as other mammals of similar size. This allows moles to breathe more easily in underground environments with low oxygen.
Two main sources of action have surfaced: get a cat (Mr. Zipper voted against that one) or take away their food source. (Won’t they just go next door, we asked?) Anyway, we are considering the first but actively pursuing the latter by ridding our yard of those nasty little grub worms.
Ah, yes, the grubworms of life. Sunday, since the speaker at our Alpha class was under the weather, they showed a Louie Giglio video on hope. It didn’t start out very hopeful, maybe even considered depressing by some as he read e-mails from students from his Passion Conferences. They had stepped out on their Christian faith but the ground had been burrowed under and had collapsed beneath their feet. Louis always finds his way back to the cross of Christ, the anchor of our souls—in our case, shall we say solid ground, unvisited by doubt, fear, discouragement, or hopelessness. Those little varmints, too, must be routed.
You cute but destructive little moles—turn and run! The master gardener has provided milky spore grub control for our spiritual landscapes. No procrastination—can we decide to encourage each other to take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ? Then we can step out on any day—cloudy or sunny—on earth that will never give way.
