Wack-a-Mole

This story is back by popular demand! From July 26, 2010:

What started out as a demolition project quickly turned into a hunt.  I’m dressed in the finest high-tech camo on the market and armed with my HomeLite 350cc.  As I was weed-eating the final corner of the garden… I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.  Now stuff goes flying all over when you’re weed-eating… but this kept moving.  A mouse?  A mole?  Soon the hunt was on.  As I held still and hardly breathing – my first thought was, “Where the heck did Kody go!!!!”  Great, I was on my own.  So I watched it move about 10 yards from me.  Then stopped.  I slowly and deliberately tracked my target down.  He heard me coming and hid under some fallen weeds.  Perfect.  I snuck up as close as I dared.  Carefully aimed my HomeLite 350cc.  Heart pounding.  One giant you’re-freakin’-me-out swing and the end connected!  It flew in the air like a rabbit meeting a 270.  One shot, that’s all.  I’d gotten him.  I had a successful hunt and it wasn’t even 9 o’clock.  So, heart still pounding… mind still wondering where Kody went… I slowly took my eyes off my harvest and went back to work.  You are not going to believe this!  Another one!  About the same spot.   Only this one did not play the I-can’t-see-you so you-can’t-see-me trick.  He kept on the move.  So I was a little more reckless on this one and started swinging away like I was at Chucky Cheese on the Wack-a-Mole machine.  And of course, that’s about the time Kody comes out wondering what the heck is wrong with mom.  Laugh all you want Kody… I had harvested a second one!  Since Dad (and men in general) seem to love pictures with dead animals in it… I decided to take a picture for him.  For some reason, he was not as impressed as I thought he would be.  In fact, of all the nerve… he rolled his eyes!  Sheesh!  So I’m hoping you will be more appreciative.  🙂