Apparently Wells-Next-The-Sea Town Council in Norfolk are gassing moles because the council is concerned that children will trip over the mole hills and hurt themselves.
Sorry I can't find an internet link confirming the story but the chap who reported it on wilbaboutbritain is not the type to pull a spoof.
You can write to the town clerk at email@example.com
I mean come on !! Perhaps they should put a 20ft barrier up to stop people falling into the sea.
Anyway my email to the Town Clerk
Dear Mr Town Clerk
I have read that Wells Town Council is gassing moles because of concern that Children are at risk of falling over mole hills!
Perhaps it is a sign that I am getting old but as time goes on I feel more like a disgusted of Tonbridge Wells.
Lets us skip over the fact that the moles produce soft dirt which is easily raked away. And I am pretty sure there is someone on an order to do community service who could rake them.
I realise that in 2007 parents believe that accidents DON'T happen and that they are voters and you may not be interested in the views of a non resident. So may I point out that one of North Norfolks prime industries is tourism, you may have noticed large numbers of these tourists walk around with binoculars and are nature lovers. I think you'll find that they are not going to want to spend there cash in a town that has so little regard for wildlife.
I am sure you have seen this little ditty before but I think it illustrates a point
If you were born before 1975.....
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank koolade made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING ! !
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phon es, no personal computer! s, no Internet or chat rooms....... WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, g ot cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays,
made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and kno cked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
If YOU are one of them . . CONGRATULATIONS!
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!