Mole hills. I had to laugh when we saw these. Actually, I chuckled at Sam's reaction to the mole hills. You see, while living in Europe Sam had an ongoing feud with the local francophone moles. Under cover of darkness each and every night the pesky rodents would tear up our tiny lawn only to have my little guy storm out the backdoor and take up arms in the form of his kid size shovel so he could demolish any sign of their existence. If I had packed a shovel in our suitcases I do believe Sam would take up right where he left off before we moved from Belgium to mole-free Hawaii!
Gig Harbor, Washington
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