No, not aboot Easter. We live aboot a 1/4 mile down a dead end road, with a couple farms between us and the larger road that leads to the hospital. We're within city limits, just across the river from a decently sized county park, aboot 1/4 mile (other side of park) from the main drag, and aboot 1/2 mile from I-5. We were out cleaning up the brush out of our garden area since it hasn't been used for a couple years, and I commented on the amount of molehills. Dialogue as follows: Auntie: You know how you get rid of those, right? Nephewie: Traps? Auntie: You have your shotgun? Nephewie: ... Yes! Auntie: Well, what you do is you push all the molehills into the ground, then you grab a chair and wait for one to start moving. When it does, you blast the **** out of the mole. The concussion kills them, whether or not the lead does. Nephewie: Wait a minute, won't me shooting your yard bother your neighbors? Auntie: Hell, they won't care. Just don't shoot their cows. So I'm getting up early to so shoot the **** out of some molehills, whether they move or not!