For years we were plagued by moles. Not only did they damage the roots of my roses but they also taunted my Foxy Bella who spent most of her days digging from one end of the garden to the other. My Lawn was a mess!
Now I don't dislike moles. Having grown up listening to tales of Mole in The Wind in the Willows I could never harm one but I had just about had enough! We had tried all the humane remedies to chase them out of our garden but nothing worked..... so I decided to think like a mole. What would frighten the hell out of me if I were a mole? What would send me scurrying off to take residence in the neighbouring forests ?
Brain wave! Whilst scooping dog poop off the lawn one day I decided to shove it all down the mole holes. If I were a mole I would think a big animal had taken residence in my burrow and to add insult to injury it had pooped in my territory....thus making it his territory.
The plan worked! For a year I never saw a mole hill in my garden. One morning I heard my neighbour bemoaning the fact that his lawn was riddled with mole hills so I popped my head over the fence and told him my remedy. He didn't take me seriously and besides he didn't have
dogs. I persuaded him to share my dog poop and to humour me he shoved it down the holes for a few days. Guess what? All the moles fled from his garden and came back to mine.
Once again I doctored the holes and continued to pass a packet of poop over the fence to the neighbour until we were both sure they had all left the neighbourhood. And they did! Another year has passed with neither of us being bothered by moles. Try it! It really works.