Emily has really been against my war with the moles. She was horrified when I told her I planned to get rid of them. I say 'them' but I'm hoping it's just one gone wild. With my garden. She gave me a talking-to. Told me they live in the earth and it's their home and I don't have a right to just kill them. (Hey Em, I'm paraphrasing here) I just nodded and quietly went ahead with my plan. So far there's been new activity all over the garden-it must be why they say they're so hard to eradicate. Well, this afternoon I was just kind of studying the mulch on my garden...following the raised mole tunnels, when I saw the ground start to pulse. It was the mole, underground, in action. I ran to my garage, got the rubber mallet, and, well, I pulsed it back. The ground became still, and remains so. When Emily called, I told her I thought I killed the mole. She told me she was hanging up. After dinner, she was ready to hear the story. I told her, and she was not happy. I said, but it's so tiny and causes so much damage. Tiny, she said? She stretched out her arms to show me how big she thought a mole was. When I told her they're about the size of a mouse, blind and with a long snout, she said, OH! Yeah, kill it! So, I think I've been forgiven. I just looked up some information about moles on Google. Guess what? It seems when one leaves, another one takes over their territory. Just great!