Moles – with the help of rabbits, birds and rats – have killed my garden. I don’t mean they killed a few plants here and there. I mean, utter destruction.
The okra plants fell over after being chewed off at the stems. The beets were eaten top down. The snow peas mowed from left to right. The squash and cucumbers were killed ostensibly to keep roots from growing down into the burrows. Some plants dehydrated after the quarter-inch water lines were severed by sharp teeth.
I could have stopped the varmints early on; I don’t have a moral problem killing garden pests. In fact, my neighboring gardeners offered toxic pellets to kill the garden destroyers.
It’s the poison I reject. The whole point of growing is freshness and chemical-free food.
I have tried some of the popular options such as plugging the hole with dry ice and offering Chocolate Ex-Lax to the moles (or gophers, voles or whatever is down there.) I still have options available, such as traps, noisy windmills, stinky sprays and of course, dynamite. (I suppose explosives isn’t a true option.)
Actually, I believe the best option is a gopher snake, but the garden club is against that idea, because the constrictors look like rattlesnakes.
The real reason I haven’t taken care of the gophers, though is that I’m holding back: To keep gardening I need to spend a few hundred dollars and dozens of hours to build an enclosure. There are just too many pests at this site to make gardening there worthwhile.
Another problem is the 12-mile round trip. It just does not make for convenient gardening. Unfortunately, the site is not little-kid friendly, so it’s hard to stay for more than an hour or so.
Meanwhile, I’m missing out on Arizona’s best and longest growing season.