So there I am standing at the kitchen sink when I see out in the yard a small furry animal smaller than a rat crawling on the grass The kids were occupied elsewhere and so I quickly ran out to see if it was what I suspected. It was - a mole. Being a girl (a tomboy yes, but still a girl) I couldn't just pick it up, I had to have something. I quickly grabbed a Frisbee and a stick. Every time the mole dug down to escape me I tried to dig him out with the stick and slide him onto the Frisbee. It took 3 or 4 tries and I had to finally pick him up by the tail. I was impressed how fast he could dig and how well he could hold on to the dirt. So I brought him in and put him in a small animal carrier. Poor thing was so scared he was trying to dig his way through the plastic. By then the kids were hanging over my shoulder and shouting a hundred questions all at once. It was time to leave for Nora's swimming lessons so we shoveled in some dirt for the poor little guy to hide under and left him in the cool dark garage. I had already called Chad and warned him to be ready to give a science lesson when he go home. I spent the rest of the day saying "ask daddy when he gets home" to questions like: How do you tell a boy mole from a girl mole? When Chad arrived home the kids were so excited to tell daddy the news. By then the pet carrier was sitting in the corner of the dining room due to the heat outside. With much ceremony we carried the carrier outside to release little mole into the wilds of the Baker back yard. Many questions were asked and many were answered and the great mole saga is thankfully over.
