There's a Killer on the Loose!

Callie. Dear, sweet, cuddly, rescued, once-thought-to-be-abused, Callie. She looks cute, I know, but under that fluffy exterior lies the heart of a hunter. A successful hunter.



The first kill was a harmless, baby bunny across state lines. Despite the false sense of security provided by my parents' chain link fence, the cottontail didn't have a chance.

Mom was the first to see and hear the attack. She called me. I called Dad. It was his misfortune to find the flashlight, and dispose of the corpse. Thank God for Dads, really. There was no way I could do it.



Anyway, the more recent attack occurred at the Porthole Court Rest Home for the Aged, Infirmed, and Vacationing, aka: MY house. The 2nd victim was a mole. This is not the mole she unearthed, but a photo from the Internet. The real deal was too grotesque to validate the need to run up 3 flights of stairs to get my camera. Let me tell you, this is exactly what it looked like, gross, with a pink nose and claws. (shudder)



Now, I didn't KNOW that we had moles here on the beach, let alone, in our yard. Apparently, the underside of our lawn is a good home for tasty treats. So far, I have come to learn that we need to ...

• Stamp out the tunnels
• Have Chem-Lawn come treat for worms and grubs
• Leave pieces of chewed Juicy Fruit gum for them to eat so they choke and die (yes, someone actually recommended this, but it HAS to be Juicy Fruit) ??!?@>!@?
  

I'd feel better if we could just teach Callie to dislike the taste of death. Is this worthy of a call to the Dog Whisperer?