Back on April 20th, I introduced you to my nemesis, the vole. Since that time, a lot has happened. Read on.

Real spring weather finally arrived, grass was beginning to re-grow in the areas where the vole had eaten/trampled it. I had seen no vole-like activity in a couple of weeks. Better still, I have seen a neigborhood cat prowling around my yard over the past few days. "That SOB is as good as dead," I said, to nobody in particular. "The vole is gone."

Then came this past Sunday. I was doing some mild cleaning in my garage. I wheeled my lawn mower out onto the driveway only to uncover a bunch of vole poop pellets underneath where the mower was. I had mowed on Friday, the mower had only been sitting there since then. This was fresh. The vole has been hanging out in my garage.

My hunter instincts kicked in. I set a trap in the garage with some tasty Peter Pan Extra Creamy peanut butter on it. I damn near trapped myself, it looked so tasty. I set it carefully along the base of the wall in my garage. Then I waited.

On Monday morning, I eagerly went to the garage to check the trap. No dead vole. Worse yet, the peanut butter was gone, but the trap had not been sprung. Next to the trap was an index card propped against the wall. My jaw dropped as I read the message:

Of all the things the vole has done in the past, he has never openly mocked me as he did this week.

Now, it's personal.