Aaaah, this family here has no idea they should have someone come out and do vole trapping, and I am going to use them to my advantage! Here, I’ll sit here with my cute little vole paws, my rounded head, my large ears, and my tiny little nose. Yep, gets ‘em every time. I’m so much cuter than a mouse, and I resent anyone who thinks I look anything like those common creatures! Besides, I normally don’t even go into a human’s precious home. That’s when they get really mad, when stupid mice get in their homes and run around like they own the place.
No, so much better to live in the wilds of the yard. Especially this yard, where they let the grass grow long, which is just perfect cover for me to hide from those horrible beastly birds that eat my kind. This yard has lots of beautiful places that provide cover, like that woodpile over there. Not to mention that lovely, lovely garden full of tender little roots. Delicious!
Vole holes are tiny enough that ignorant humans don’t notice them, not like those ugly gopher holes that have dirt thrown everywhere. And, I’m cute enough that if a human sees me, they just think I’m adorable and leave me alone! This family thinks I’m so cute that they even GIVE me food instead of doing any kind of vole trapping. Fantastic! Like this huge piece of bread here, for instance. They saved it and tossed it in the yard just for me. Sure, I’m careful before I grab it and eat, making sure it’s not bait for a vole trap, but it turns out they just want to watch me be all cute. Well, I’m happy to oblige!
So, I’m assuming my tunnels running throughout their yard are completely okay. They must not mind that some of the grass is turning brown, because I’ve killed the roots. They must not mind that I’ve destroyed some of their garden plants. I know they don’t mind, because they keep inviting me and my friends back with more food. It’s a perfect situation for any vole to be in.
I’ll just bring some of this bread back to my family. Some of them have gotten sick, and they’ll love the free food. My vole uncle has a couple of ticks feeding on him, and I don’t think he’ll last long. Who knows where those ticks will go to feed when he passes on. Probably the family dog. That huge snuffler keeps rooting around our holes, hoping to catch one of us. Maybe he’ll get lucky one day.
But, until then, I’m just going to enjoy the good life. Free food while the family dog is penned up inside the house, plenty of good water from the hose, soft dirt to tunnel in, and an excellent vegetable garden. Gotta love a family who doesn’t believe in vole trapping.