traps have arrived. The box they arrived in was wonderfully
unremarkable, and I should congratulate the fluidity of a system for the
promptness of this delivery. The Mole Hunter herself was unimpressed
by the box, but she gave me a sharp razor with which to slit the box open.
It was a moment when idea and real enter confluence. I had for some
days contemplated the trapping mechanism. I had worried it to the
point where I had possession of idea. And the reality of the trap
met this expectation, but while in that first tentative phase of
confluence with the real I heard what I will describe as a candid aside from the
As encouragement, I offered her a miracle
mole trap to ponder over, and when I did so I knew well enough that idea had had
less opportunity to form in her. But in my own defense I will say that
as a successful Mole Hunter herself I thought it safe to assume she owned
understanding of lethality in pursuit of mole.
Perhaps overconfidence was an ultimate
cause, but suffice to say that after examining the wound in her leg, no
hospital visit was actually necessary.
Now I am left with the distinction of
becoming the "one who can set a miracle mole trap". A most
inglorious title, when put beside "Mole Hunter".