Ron, what can I say, I'm a bleeding heart. I couldn't sleep at night imagining the little guys (did you ever read Beatrix Potter's books to your kids?) smelling something wonderful, creeping up to this delicious little wad, taking a bite, and choking to death.
Confession: I lived on a farm with an old-time farmer so we didn't have neighbors. But if everybody had motion sensor mole zappers, we could all hold hands and sing Kum-ba-yah.
Confession #2: the mole zapper's buzz trained me like a Pavlovian dog and made me want to embrace the moles and choke the farmer.