A couple of weeks ago, sometime during a work day, we noticed some tire tracks across my front yard. My house is on kind of a curve, and it happened on a really crappy day in terms of snow, so we're hoping that someone accidentally slid straight through the curve and into my yard. And I'm not talking about some little tire tracks by the road, these go pretty far up the yard (narrowly missing the mailbox), then curl around to my neighbor's yard, and down his driveway. They didn't spin their tires or do anything that made it look intentional, so I'm giving them the benefit of the doubt.

I haven't mentioned it in a while, but longime readers of this site know that I like my lawn to look nice. It's like a status symbol to me. Needless to say, I panicked a bit when I saw these tire tracks. It's definitely going to take a little bit of work this spring to make sure those tracks don't remain noticeable. I'm up for the challenge, but I'm just not thrilled about it.

Anyway, last night, my father in law stopped by to drop something off for us. It was heavy, so I went out to his SUV to help him lift it out of the back and into our garage.

As we're standing in the driveway, he says in the most serious of voices, "You know, I know who did that to your lawn."

Surprised, I responded, "What? Who?"

"I saw the vehicle driving away, it was one of those small SUVs, and there was a little brown furry guy driving it. I think it was a vole."

While my struggles with the vole have been pretty well detailed on this site, I don't really spend that much time talking about him in real life (in fact, as I may have mentioned before, I don't really talk at all in real life). So the fact that he not only knows about the vole, but knows to make a joke about the vole tells me one thing:

He must have had someone print out posts from my site so he could read them. (Just kidding! He does in fact know how to use the interweb.) He must have read my site.