I am totally disgusted, and cross, and all this bad feelings because the creeper moles had a field day in my garden while I was away, and lots of my more tender and younger plants had died because all the soil were taken away from underneath their roots. I have now tried just about every lotion and potion on the market, all the gadgets for trapping them, and hundreds of home remedies, given by well meaning friends and other, all to no avail. The trapping gadget, that boasted in big black letters about how fantastic it was, as it would catch me mole after mole, ridding my place in no time of the wee pests, was just another good for nothing gadget, as not even one mole walked into this trap.
But this morning I am on my way to the shop, as soon as it opened at eight, to buy 'chappies bubble gum'. And why do you need bubble gum, my dear friend Edythe asked me, quite surprised that I had at my age suddenly got addicted to 'chappies'! The thing is, Ronalee, my neigbour, who had also tried everything on the market, and all the hints and tips given out by well meaning friends and family, had another tip that was sure and guaranteed to kill evey mole on her homestead. And so Ronalee rushed up to the local Savers Lane, a small shop catering for the villagers, and said to sell chappies, and bought a bag full of bubble gum.
I did not hear anything more for a few days, but then Fred and Jeanine came to visit me, and they told me that Ronalee had just that morning found a dead mole on the grass! As I had never even had the privelage yet of seeing one of this critters that had been given me such a lot of trouble, I was delighted with this news!
So this works like this, for people with creeper moles. A chappie is cut into quarters, without removing the paper, as the human smell puts this pests of their food apparently, then shake a piece into a fresh hole, usually hid underneath a stone or bigger plant, and voila! You wait!
As no autopsy was done on Ronalee's dead mole, nobody knew whether it died of old age, illness, or the gum, but hey, I am so desperate that I would try just about everything! I will have one big celebration if this works, and will keep all and everybody posted.

Little Emil had grown such a lot while I was away, and I can't believe that he was now talking, albeit a lot of babble that we can't understand, but he himself knew exactly what he said, as he usually showed us by pointing his finger at the object, usually food of some sort. I was really a bit down, as Jan had now decided to move to Cape Town the end of December, as his relationship with Erna was blooming.
The only thing that reconciled me to the fact that they were leaving, was the fact that Jan had gotten his mojo back, and gone was the terrible sagging of his body, and sad, sad eyes!