Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
We’ve all had that, “just going round in circles” feeling.
I dig, I poke, and I prod. I call the poison control. I call the extension services.
From some folks, I even get this: “Oh, they are your friends. When they clean your yard of grubs, they’ll move on.” Yes, indeed, I’m talking about those little moles. They have tunneled all over my yard — my planting area for my two or three tomato plants. Last year, my bird bath (sitting on a wide flat cement piece) kept tilting and moving. I dug under, and wow. I must have uncovered their grand central station (so to speak) — a space like a gallon milk jug with tunnels going off in all directions.
They eat no manmade bait, the extension service tells me. Oh, I called the poison control when I was told to just dump kitty litter in their runs and they will flat leave and in a hurry.
We all know that nursing mothers must have no contact with kitty litter. Poison control: “There’s no poison in the litter,” he said. “There is a parasite in the cat’s feces that the baby easily gets.” The gentleman I talked to advised me to try it in the soil in the area maybe, but not in the roots of my plants, “though there should be no danger there, either.”
Our soil here is also full of big, fat nightcrawlers. Our mole population is growing by leaps and bounds. They certainly will not be moving on. I’ve also learned they even tunnel under streets; smart little critters. Right here in front of me, they’ve come from the upper yard, down behind that stone wall, under it and out into my small yard. They’re very clever little rodents.
Then, I began wondering, maybe someone out there has a remedy. If so, please share it with us.
— Aunt Norie, PO Box 265, Tonganoxie, KS 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org