The interpreter picked up the phone. “Interpreter,” he said.
“Hi there. Do you know anything about moles?” a woman asked.
“Yes, the ones that dig in lawns.”
“I’m familiar with them,” said the interpreter. “What would you like to know about them? “ He knew what the woman wanted to know about them. She wanted to know how to get rid of them. She was one of those, one of the many, whose sole reason for contacting a nature centre was to find a cheap and easy means of animal control. How do I get rid of moles? How do I get rid of squirrels? How do I get rid of raccoons? How do I get rid of Barn Swallows? The list was endless.
“What attracts them?”
“Soft, rich soil with lots of earthworms.”
“It’s the worms that attract them?”
“Yes,” he said. Now she’ll want to get rid of the worms. “Worms are important to soil,” he said.
“Oh I know. Maybe I don’t have enough.”
“Yes, do you know where I can get more?”
“You want more worms?”
“For the moles.”
“You want to feed the moles?”
“I want to attract some moles. I always liked molehills when I was a little girl, but my father would put poison down them to kill the moles. I was always upset by that. I would think of the poor moles curled up dead under the grass. Now I have my own lawn, and I want my moles back.”
“You want moles in your lawn.”
The interpreter was sitting at his desk, staring into space as Stacey came into the nature house. He said nothing to her. She waved a hand in front his face. “Why are you looking so stunned?” she asked.
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