this morning #1895.

this morning, all across the sprawling back lawn, a series of small holes had popped up overnight. when i first looked out the kitchen window & noticed them, i thought they were just my imagination so i threw on my shoes & went outside to give the terrain a closer look. as i neared the first hole, some small rodent stuck its head out & then darted off across the lawn toward the woods. i gave chase but after only a few seconds, it was obvious that i was no match for the little guy’s speed. as he disappeared into the trees, i scanned the lawn. there were at least three dozen holes scattered all over my formerly perfectly-manicured grass. that’s what i get for slacking on setting up traps.