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When the snow finally departs we walk the yard to discover the mole damage. Mounds, tunnels, holes, burrows...housing projects, malls, and interstates in minature. Ghastly disturbances to an already mediocre lawn. "Smudge," I beg, "do me the favor of eating moles for a few months." He brings home a squirrel instead. Quite a feat even if he had four legs. Considering that Smudge was outside for a half hour and the squirrel is a half day dead (and unmarked) we conclude that his "gift" died of natural causes.
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Warm, warm weather in New England today and that means the sap is flowing. Visit my story page for a pictorial on making Maple Syrup. (updated, more pics)
Star Wars meets Pulp Fiction: 
Remember when they said the internet will change Everything?
Well, Everything is pissed.
They may be slow but they are relentless.
Can anyone stop it, is there a better way, or should we all be punished? Jazzy.
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