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The Mole Whisperer

Written by: Susan

We retired from the north and moved to beautiful South Carolina...aaahhhhh, no more winters. We have a beautiful garden and our grass was the envy of many...until the "moles" arrived. We had no clue what a mole was until our neighbor told us about them. After extensive research, my husband tried various tactics but none worked. At his wits end, he found a website under Clemson University which told him about a sure-fire way, however, it was kind of morbid...my husbands eyes beamed as he purchased 6 of these metal guillotine devises. He surveyed the tunnels to find the active ones...first stomping on the tunnels and then checking in the morning which ones popped up again. He than erected the devices. After a few days, he dug up his first mole. Others followed and soon he had "exterminated" 5 moles...we have picture's to prove it...my husband is now called "The Mole Whisperer" in our community.

Sticky White Moles

Written by: Steve

Moles....I can't really hate them. But I do dislike them so much because they eat my fishing bait! I don't really want to kill the little critters because they are kind of cute in a weird way.

I have a front yard that is full of night crawler worms. Or at least it used to be full of night crawlers until a couple of moles moved in.

I could go out the night before going fishing and pick up hundreds of night crawlers and not have to buy worms. Not any more. All I have now is hundreds of little mountains of dirt. And to top it all off, the neighbor?s dog just loves to go after them and he digs huge holes in my grass.

I have told the neighbor to keep his dog leashed, but the moles are just too much fun for this dog to pass up. He always finds a way to get loose and start digging in my front yard.

I have tried everything, including molasses to make their holes too sticky to stay in. I figured that molasses might work so I poured some down a hole. All I got was a mole with molasses on it. Someone said to try pouring bleach down the hole and all I got was dead grass and white moles.

I give up! Moles you win for now.

Exteme Measures

Written by: Kathy

I decided to sell cut flowers on a piece of property where I sell farm produce. I planted 1000 flower bulbs on a lot I own. The first year was very productive. The second year only a few flowers: I was out of business. The diagnosis was moles. I solved my mole problem without touching the moles. I had 10, yes, 10 truckloads of dirt dumped and leveled. I raised the lot five feet and had a built-in pool installed surrounded by a concert patio and river rock.

Mounds of Misery

Written by: Rachelle

Oh woe is me, these moles I can't see
Leaving behind mounds of misery!
I poke, I dig, I holler each day
But nothing I do makes them go away.
Friends continue to give me advice
Try bubble gum, deadly worms or rice.
However, the best exterminator that I found
Was the flood that brought them up from the ground.
Since I don't want a flood every day
I guess I need to find a better way!

Shish-Ka-Gopher

Written by: Pat

About 15 years ago my girlfriend came over for coffee and girl talk. As she was leaving I walked her out and intending to do some work in my flower bed I took the scissors with me to nip off dead rose buds. As we were finishing our conversation she followed me to the flower bed and I turned on the hose to water while while I was nipping my rose bushes. When I layed the hose down in the bed the dirt started popping up and running a trail like you would see in the movies, it really scared me, and I was actually thinking SNAKE. I started screaming GET IT,GET IT! She was just standing there with a blank look on her face and suddenly grabbed the scissors and stabbed at the trail, when she pulled the scissors out this mole the size of a large rat was skewered on it. She looked at me and said now what do I do with it? We just stood there looking at this thing on the scissors totally grossed out. Being women neither one of us can believe to this day that she stabbed it. It was just an instant reaction, it all happened in a matter of seconds! I never even saw a mole before this and needless to say neither one of us stab at dirt popping up anymore.

A Gruesome Fate

Written by: Margaret

In 1997 I had to move my dad from the farm site he proudly owned for 50 years into an apartment in town. The farm site, which was well kept all those years, was for sale, but until it was sold I had to take care of the huge yard that took me 8 hours to mow every week. I hadn’t been there for a week and when I drove in the driveway I saw brown areas of dead grass running every which way in the front yard. I realized that moles had moved in. “I hate moles because” they seem to be right under the top soil and kill the grass where they burrow. Someone told me to try chocolate X-lax to get rid of moles, so I bought a package of it. I broke it at the perforations and put the pieces in the mole holes and in no time the moles were gone. I guess they poop themselves to death. Eventually we got the grass to come back in the areas the moles had damaged it, and finally sold the farm site the spring of 1998.

So Very Very Wrong...

Written by: Adrian

My wife and I began noticing small sub-terranean "tunnels"
that began popping up in our back lawn around mid-July of 2007. I quickly
suspected that we had a mole problem, and happily set about "extermination
proceedings." Of course, this is my specialty as man of the house - I'm
supposed to kill things that aren't supposed to be there.

The first thing that I tried, after a trip to the local hardware store, was
your average over-the-counter mole poison. I diligently set about filling
the recommended amount of bait into the mole burrows and covering the
openings up with soil. No more moles...

Wrong.

I quickly discovered that the moles liked to re-excavate their closed-off
burrows, but not just by re-opening their holes - no, we had "polite"
moles. They decided to segregate the mole poison and re-deposit it in neat
little piles on the edge of the concrete surrounding our in-ground pool, as
if to say, "Why don't you retrieve this pathetic excuse of a control
method and return it to the hardware store for your money back?"

We next moved onto the "40 days and 40 nights" method. I methodically
mapped out all of the borrows in the yard, marking their openings with
fluorescent spray paint. Next the Great Flood occurred for two straight
weeks where I filled all of the burrows with water from the garden hose in
hopes of drowning the little buggers. Shortly after this method was
employed, I did somehow (most probably by chance and chance alone), manage
to recover the floating corpse of a mole (suspicion confirmed), from our
swimming pool. I arrogantly assumed our problem was solved...

Wrong...

More and more of our backyard succumbed to the constant earth-churning
excapades of my "little buddies." After consulting with the experts at
the local hardware store again, a more subtle approach was employed. Moth
balls. Moth balls, I had it explained to me, give off a noxious odor "that
will drive the moles out of the yard for good." Sounded like solid
reasoning, so with naptha in hand, I set about placing 3-4 (OK, more like an
even dozen) moth balls in each and every opening of a mole tunnel, and
subsequently wetting them down to activate the pungent odor-releasing
properties of said method. Surely, I thought, this will work.

Wrong...

More tunnels. At this point, late August, our backyard was starting to look
like an Amish field after the first spring plowing. Desparate, I made yet
another trip to the local hardware store. You ever see one of those movies
where the guy says, "You're not supposed to see this, but let me show you
what we have in our 'special' collection?" Yep, I was at that point.
The salesman pulls out what appear to be quarter-sticks of dynamite from
under a counter, brushes the dust off of them and informs me that "these
babies will kill anything the gas comes into contact with!" Finally!!!
Sure-fired death from above! I will win this battle with my new
artillery!!! I now know where Saddam's WMDs have been stored all this time
- right here at my neighborhood hardware store.

I take about 8 of these new-found bad boys home with me, read the
instructions thoroughly (the warning label had me a bit apprehensive - risk
of asphyxiation and all), and prepared myself for the final battle. 1)
Light fuse. 2) Place fuse-first into mole-hole. 3) Simply cover over
with soil or another suitable material, and the moles will perish a quick
and violent death. Bwahahahahah....

Now, I should have been smart enough - no, I am smart enough, it's just
that I was at the end of my rope with my "little buddies," to think "Gee,
these are going to start smoking pretty soon once I light them." Needless
to say, after quickly lighting and placing about 4 smoke bombs, I looked up
and noticed a heavy yellow haze had settled into my neighborhood in the
vicinity of my backyard and about 5 other households contiguous to my
property (no wind to hurry the airborne toxins away). "Please... Do not
let my neighbors or my wife see this, as they will surely have my head (if
they don't succumb to the fumes first)," I thought out loud.

Now, as if doing this once wasn't enough to teach me, yes, I did it a
second time the next night, with strikingly similar results. Amazing what a
man will resort to in order to protect his property. And hey! I didn't
even mention the one smoke bomb I placed in a hole under our wooden shed
that almost caught the shed on fire... But I digress.

Needless to say, that didn't do anything, either. I had nightmares in the
ensuing months of my "little buddies" sitting in their little burrows
wearing tiny little gas-masks and playing poker. Laughing at me. Eating
Cheetos. Throwing darts at a picture of my head that they had tacked to
their burrow walls. I think I still hear them laughing...

My Saga of Marvin

Written by: Phyllis

I am a transplant from Rockland County. I moved here over a year ago and
here is my story.

One of the women that worked with me said she had a mole living by her house
and we used to laugh. This became a joke around the office. Then, Marvin
decided to "move" to my house. Every spring Marvin came back. We tried
putting soda cans in the hole and would hear the can moving, we tried
putting a hose into the hole letting water enter the hole. I am sure the
hole went to China.

Around three years ago I noticed Marvin brought home a bride. Yes, they
raised a family and were very busy. Before selling my house I had tried to
get someone to remove the family. The new bride and her children were
moved. I am sorry to say, Marvin still resides in Rockland, alone.

This certainly was a love hate relationship. I will miss him this Spring.

I Have Made My Choice!

Written by: Mark

Moles, voles, woodchucks and any burrowing varmits are in my
sights. I have tried most conventional methods and the expense did not
justify the results nor offer any pleasure. I have weighed the value of my
plants, bulbs, roots, grasses and lawn against any animal rights, I have
made my choice!

I began my alternative methods by using propane. It being heavier than air,
would flow deep into their holes and runs and when ignited, the thump was a
pleasant sound. The spot fires in the furthest reaches of my yard made me
seek other methods though.

I have since settled on bottle rockets and the ones with the report are my
favorites. I break off the bamboo stick,and place it in the hole and light
it . Off the fizzing bugger goes and somewhere into the run it explodes. I
firmly believe that the sound, smell and noise deters the critters. I also
believe that just once in a while, it meets up with one face to face. Since
bottle rockets are not legal in NYS and are in short supply, I usually will
resort to smoke bombs with crackles. They seem to produce the same result
and pleasurable human experience, but perhaps not to the burrowers.

My neighbors, also so afflicted, can only shake their heads in wonder, awe
and envy!

Moles or Voles?

Written by: Carol

Mole or vole? Doesn’t matter to my dogs. They’ll dig em’ up no matter what. So, not only do I have a mole/vole trail in the yard, the dogs add to the mix by digging their own little trench. I guess you could say I have my own “natural” way to get rid of the pesky little critters. No poison needed, just sick the dogs on em’.

Usually the dogs will dig until they get them. Then the war is on. The dog tries to pick up the little critter and it bites them (they have mean little teeth), so they sling it in the air. It could land anywhere, sometimes on you, so you have to alert. They play and play with them till they eventually die. Then they have to roll on them for a while. But, never will they eat them. They must taste pretty nasty.

So, if you need a cure for mole/voles, just get a dog. Of course, you’ll still have yard repairs when they get through. But, it’s good entertainment for you and the dogs and it gets the job done.