The Harsh Reality of Nature

We had a little visitor this past week, a mole. We’ve had plenty of mice over the years but never a mole in the house. Joseph, our rabbit’s, area was the main attraction. In the above photo is a seed bar that the little guy, Mark named him Marvin, loved. You can see a little of Marvin to the left of the seed bar. He wasn’t very cooperative when it came to posing for a photo. He first came to our attention because he would drag the chunk of seed behind Joseph’s potty and as he ripped at it it would bang against the register and was pretty loud.

Mark, Greg and I tried to catch him over the course of the week. He’s not quite as fast as mice. He has no eyes but seemed to navigate without any difficulty. He’d travel along the edge of the walls and eventually run down the stairs to the basement and into Mark’s room. After a few days of this we set a humane trap. Wednesday morning I heard him at the seed bar and then he ran down the stairs and I heard the trap. Greg had put some of the seed bar in the trap. Greg took him with him when he left for work and went to the nearby high school. He set him free and watched him scurry about. To his horror a crow swooped down but he was able to flip around and escape. But… in a matter of minutes three crows were upon him and Marvin was no more. We tried… but in the end it was nature that claimed poor Marvin.