This post comes to you with a saddened heart. It has taken me three months to tackle this particular topic due to the emptiness that has resulted from an event back in July. I should probably give some background first. Do you remember when we took a trip to Indiana (link here)? There is always a drawback to taking a vacation because all your day to day activities start piling up to greet you upon your return. Well, this is exactly what happened to me. During our week of fun in the sun our grass decided to go on steroids making the yard look more like prairie grass than lawn. I had the Bix7 race that weekend so this particular chore had to wait a few extra days. Eventually I took the new green machine out and starting cutting swatches through the jungle. Things were going great until THIS!
Hit the jump to read more about the fate of Termi!
The minute the sound of metal on metal emanated from below the mower deck the sick feeling started coming in waves. The week before we departed on the trip there was a few tunnels popping up in they yard. This just will not do so out came the Wire Teks (link here) in all their deadly glory. As a precaution, I left one by the side of the yard with intentions to remove it before we left. One thing led to another and this small task was forgotten. Apparently, while we were out, the moles were busy scheming against us. Somehow they managed to remove the trap from the ground, move it out in the yard further and cleverly hide it in a section of long, thick grass. Not only did they successfully eliminate one of their arch nemesis, they did some collateral damage on my tractor blade.
The trap literally flew out the chute pretty mangled from the impact. Clearly there was no saving this magnificent killing machine – a total loss. Termi (my pet name) worked tirelessly to rid my yard of those pesky creatures. There it sat in night, day, harsh rain and blistering sun just waiting to snap the backbone of any fur-ball with the audacity (yeah, still taking that word back) to venture into my yard. What did it get for its efforts? .. a blast to the side from a piece of rotating steel. There it sat in my hands broken and defeated while the memories came flooding back. In Termi’s memory, let’s take a quick look back at happier times.
Ahh, the classic snout snap. I imagine a Predator scene where the protagonist starts to navigate under the booby trapped branches in the gully only to pause and check out the wooden spikes. Unlike that primitive defense system, when the mole tried to test the steel spikes he took a Bruce Lee chop to the head.
The great thing about Termi is he was able to vary his attacks. Take for instance this shot where he gave the mole a false sense of security by allowing it to pass seemingly freely through the first defense like a night patrol ambush. Once the mole was committed to passing through that section of the tunnel, it was given an introduction to The Biggest Loser instant slimming technique – mole style.
Check out the Wallace impersonation (from Wallace and Gromit) this mole made when he realized he was victimized by the curse of the W[i]re [G]rabbit.
If you got that you are a true Wallace and Gromit fan like me! Lets’ not forget the high jump at the mole hunger games. Imagine the shock in that moles eyes when the springs leaped into action. In case you are wondering, moles do indeed have eyes but they are very very small.
Then there is the classic “Keeping Hanging In There” poster shot. Except, this version is not exactly the most motivating one you can have. I will give this one credit, he didn’t waste his time in mole school. Look how well he answered the math question of “If each mole pelt pays $7 and you kill 3 moles, how many dollars did Wire-Tek contribute to the household income?” tick tock tick tock..
he squeezed it out in the nick of time!
Ahhh, the good times with Termi. We will definitely miss him and his snappy comebacks. Let’s all toast Termi one more time for a wonderful job and wish him best up in the Steel Heaven. Goodbye Old Friend…….
well HELLO MY NEW PRETTIES…
I shall call you Rev (Revenge) and Nihil (Annihilation). You didn’t think a dirt sucking, clown loving creature was going to get the best of me did you?!? [evil laugh ensues]