tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post2717798218045628797..comments2024-03-04T06:28:51.439-08:00Comments on My Little Golden Book of Phobias: beth coyotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671290135595711572noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post-69968482842802352292015-06-02T09:28:38.539-07:002015-06-02T09:28:38.539-07:00I think you kind of glossed over, "I moved on...I think you kind of glossed over, "I moved one of them". Barehandedly broke up a mole fight? Whoa!<br />xoxoBetsy MacWhinneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14196224762137517300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post-17355410732698815272015-05-29T23:49:41.314-07:002015-05-29T23:49:41.314-07:00I get moles and gophers mixed up, and I also think...I get moles and gophers mixed up, and I also think of that stupid movie from years ago with Bill Murray and Rodney Dangerfield. Weren't they obsessed with the moles or gophers on a golf course?Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post-56601926643406860512015-05-29T14:46:47.610-07:002015-05-29T14:46:47.610-07:00I guess that is where they came up with the game, ...I guess that is where they came up with the game, whack-a-mole. Poor little things. They are quite cute if you don't have to have them in your yard. Maybe you can ask them to move. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post-54779271968882308142015-05-29T13:00:58.692-07:002015-05-29T13:00:58.692-07:00I stayed in a place in the hills one summer where ...I stayed in a place in the hills one summer where the mole solution consisted of half a dozen waist high metal sticks driven into the lawn and to each stick, a flat metal plate about the size of a saucepan was attached with a loose chain. Every bit of air movement made the plates bang onto the metal sticks and the guy who owned the place would go out every so often to bang on the sticks with his shovel. No more moles but a hell of a racket. <br /><br />And the you read "The wind in the willows" . . .Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post-63978756719499390132015-05-29T07:39:11.701-07:002015-05-29T07:39:11.701-07:00Aw, moles! They are my son's absolute favourit...Aw, moles! They are my son's absolute favourite. He developed a random mole affection early on, and he's be so sad to hear of any intended mole-icide. I'm kind of jealous of your witnessing of the mole fight. I'd rather see that than have a flat lawn :) Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post-26612575949080412162015-05-29T06:07:49.613-07:002015-05-29T06:07:49.613-07:00It must be mole mating season. That is generally w...It must be mole mating season. That is generally why males of all species fight. <br />That is some serious mole-age. I have no idea what you would do. Get a terrier?Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com