I don't think I'd ever seen a molehill before, other than in fairy tales. I do remember Mole and his friends, learning and surviving, but the reality of burrowing moles is anything but a fairy tale.
After much careful vigilance, Finnigan brought us in a mole today. They are teeny tiny like little mice, only pointier noses. They get summarily whisked out the back door paper towel and all. Thanks Finni for all your hard work :)
When Zoë gets inconsolable, a great pastime is to put her in the baby carrier while Michael stomps on the molehills to restore what little lawn they have.
It was probably the Belgians that thought of the game Whack-a-Mole. I remember them playing this at the Ottawa Exhibition.
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