Mountain out of a mole-hill...

As I came home I noticed Pi pouncing underneath the maples - sure enough, as I parked and got out, she was trotting along with a very fat mole in her mouth. I've been having a lot of mole-hills, especially in annoying places like centered in the lawn, or right under the new plantings so I admit I was pleased at this particular catch. Unfortunately, she brought it near me and dropped it, watching it move so she could play with it. The poor little critter was waving its pink paws and squeaking and...and... aigh! "Just KILL it, will you?" I hollered at her. She looked at me, unperturbed and batted it around. I couldn't watch any more - I went in the house and tried not to think of how much it looked like a big version of our adorable hamster. *sigh* cats...

I hate nature sometimes. At least it disappeared after that, rather than showing up in...er... parts.