Chasing moles

... and then there is that big black mound in the middle of the lawn
... and someone demanding that something be done about it
... and a little voice in the back of the mind saying these creatures deserve a place on (or in this case under) the earth
... and then you let it happen for a few more days (and a few more mounds)
... and then after all you place the traps
... and then you're relieved they've fled without touching them