I've sunk a couple hundred bucks into castor oil granules that are designed to temporarily repel them. So far, I'm seeing the effects, they're burrowing like crazy trying to find a patch of ground castor-free. They're popping up in the chicken coop yard, but that's a story for a later blog post.
Two weeks ago, Admiral Smith came up with another method to rid the land of the vegetarian vermin: rotting flesh. A muck bucket full of dead fish was donated to the cause.
My idea was to run the fish through a food processor and pour the slurry down all the vole holes and tunnels.
Foiled attempts. Maybe this is what we need.
... a wood chipper!
I elected to try to chop them up with a machete.
Extraordinarily therapeutic to whack away like a maniac until I felt something pop in my shoulder. Catfish induced bursitis, a unique case!
At first, I carefully inserted fish parts under every asparagus plant, hosta, lily, iris... then I lost my drive and start burying entire fish at the side of my fruit trees.
Now just about everything in the garden has had a dose of natural fertilizer and it smells like cannery row in there. Whatever it takes to evict them! An out-of-the-box thinking friend suggested I take the rattlesnakes I've been killing, chopping them up and put them down the vole tunnels. Can you imagine the coronaries they would have? Gimme a minute, I'm enjoying the image...