My friend and colleague Ed is a generally laid-back kind of guy. Few things seem to stress him, but there is one thing that gets him agitated and angry. And that's when you mention moles. (Of the animal variety.)
To me, moles, with their velvety fur and small eyes and feet, seem rather cute. Not to Ed they're not. You see, Ed is a keen gardener and was extremely proud of his immaculate lawn when he moved to his new house.
That's until Mickey the Mole and his mates arrived on the scene.
They just started doing what moles do: eating worms, building tunnels, and, of course, creating molehills. For Ed, though, this meant all-out war. You see, for small creatures they don't half make a difference to Ed's lawn, ...