30 odd years ago, the last time we lived in a house with a garden, we were outside one sunny afternoon and the lawn started to move up and down! Our neighbour said "it`ll be a mole", I was pleased, we`re not gardeners, couldn't have cared less about the state of the lawn, but I`d never seen a mole. Bonnie and Trixie, our cats at the time, were following the undulating bits of lawn around, keenly listening and watching. The following morning, sadly, there was a beautiful, but dead, mole outside the back door. And I`ve never seen another one.