Mole Hunter is not like a yapping Terrier. There is no leaping to
conclusions. No call to arms followed by that dash for instruments
of destruction. There is something else. Something almost
serene in its complexity. I know this because I live with a Mole
In that part of the vegetable garden which
one day might grow strawberries I saw those signs of subterranean
excavation. Agitated and distraught I daintily pointed at what in my
view was symptomatic of very recent mole activity. The Mole Hunter
admired my clean tee-shirt and then suggested that I must have recently
been dabbling in the future strawberry bed, because it did not look like
the activity of a mole to her.
It may well be that I
am so absent minded that through the course of the day I achieve great
things but have insufficient recall to mark them in memory. Possibly
what I mistook for mole activity were the footsteps of this uncomfortable
phenomenon, and possibly I had indeed been dabbling in the new strawberry
bed. As well, in the past month or so I might have forgotten what a
mole run looks like.
Such thoughts of course are not conducive
to a sense of peaceable-ness, even in one who is wearing clean socks.
So it is more likely that moles hear language and a Mole Hunter's classic
ruse is to offer no verbal or even psychical suggestion that a mole has been
spotted. Which would make sense, because when I tried once hunting
mole, I was advised not to smoke during the interminable wait. The
sitting there with blade in hand. Hours of it at awkward times of
day. And this no smoking rule because moles, apparently distrust the
smell of tobacco.
What a Library of Congress they
must have down there. Nicely catalogued so the young mole might easily
feast his intellect upon the nuances of human beings. And quite
obviously when up against such fiends the idea of mole barrier has always
been preposterous. So it is just as well there is in our armory a Mole
Hunter apparently attuned to a complexity that is now fallen completely
beyond my capacity to grasp.
Some people. Cynical people.
People with the mental agility, and perhaps wisdom, of mollusk, might find
in these Mole Hunter insights of mine several flaws. But for an active
mind that is also a proud owner of new and very elegant shoes, such
disputants lack the surety of faith and will be wholly ignored.