Strike Three!

When I got home from work today I saw that my mole trap had tripped again. With high hopes I pulled it out of the ground only to find I had missed again. Strike three! Yer out! This little mole is proving to be quite elusive, but as I stated earlier... I will get him. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Fear the reaper Mr. Mole. Your days are numbered. You have gone and messed with the wrong guy's yard! This means war you little $&*%@!