The Mole

Now I come from a long line of green-thumbed men.  Hard labor, or any labor for that matter has never been something that I could bring myself to do with an eager disposition.  This summer I've been empowered to show the other men in my family that it's not just my mouth I can run, but my lawn mower is a force to be reckoned with as well!

Through a careful process of weed-and-feed, the perfect amount of water, 16-16-16 fertilizer, and the guidance of the yard master (dad), I have reached darn near the perfect shade of deep green grass in our yard.  I did this in less than three weeks to boot!  Then I spent the next few days tweeting, talking, and sending pictures of my perfect lawn to those I know.

Today I went to mow my oh-so perfect, dark green, lushness and an ugly little talpidae had something else in mind.  Yes, I have my first mole.  Moles are typically subterranean mammals who don't need much fresh air at all.  Apparently this pint-sized demon got turned around and poked his head out of my perfect yard twice...then another three times!  So for all to see, I am exposing my imperfect yard in hopes that a great amount of sympathy may dress my wounds.