Second week in October and here they are, tunneling beneath
my feet, just below the turf in between the house and he sun terrace.
I said before that they are supposed to come higher up in
the earth in February when the males are seeking a mate and wondered why ours
were so early.
It’s since occurred to me that they may be finding a rich source
of food in leather jackets – the larvae of crane flies or daddy longlegs as
they’re known. These seem to be plentiful when I cut through the turf and are probably
available whenever the ground is not frozen, though I’m not sure at what point
the larvae reach a size worth hunting.
I had intended to be ready for them with a cunning plan to
stop them in their tracks (or tunnels). But unforeseen circumstances this
summer meant I had no time to prepare. So now I’m fighting against time as, potentially,
an army of moles is about to cause carnage.
Tomorrow I shall enquire about training courses in mole catching.
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