Compost Trauma

As penance for yesterday's over-social afternoon I decided to move the compost heap today.

I have discovered it's about 30% eggshell, 40% vigorously multiplying potatoes, and *GULP* about 5% mole.

Now I know a lot more about moles.  How surprisingly tiny they are (I thought they were the size of cats!) and how desperately helpless they are when you expose them to the light.  I also know the sound they make when you accidentally stab them with a spade and they crawl off to die.  Now I have to do more penance for killing little helpless furry things.  Two of them.

And I should probably do penance for flipping the remaining three into next door's garden for Oliver the dog to deal with.  He wasn't around, they'll be fine... they probably came from there anyway.  Really.