Around 1980, I read of a case regarding a Cricket Field Groundsman who had a personal vendetta against the local Moles. The story was recorded in the Bristol Evening Post Newspaper (UK). My summary runs as follows; These harmless (?) little creatures were constantly upsetting the Groundsman because they rather naturally kept making little heaps of soil on his sacred cricket pitch. Now there are quite a few 'relatively safe' and proven methods of getting rid of Moles, such as using ultrasonic repellents, or placing selected poisons down their holes, etc. But this Groundsman decided to use his own 'appliance of science'. His technique, whether motivated by; i) a blind rage to obliterate his furry friends ii) shear foolishness iii) both was pretty dumb to say the least! The aforesaid, 'appliance of science' consisted of; a) a Gardeners Fork, b) a length of cable, c) a UK Mains Plug, d) a pair of Wellington Boots. The technique was sublimely simple! He connected one end of the Cable to the metal prong end of the Gardeners Fork. The other end he connected, via the plug, to a 240V 50Hz mains outlet. (One could reasonably assume that he must have used a pretty big fuse or a convenient piece of metal such as a nail in order to help prevent the fuse within the plug blowing too easily!). He then commenced to push the fork into the soil in the vicinity of his Mole holes, with the hope that he might 'discharge' some of the little rascals! Whilst the ground was wet, our Darwin 'candidate' deemed himself safe, cos he'd donned his Wellies! Under the circumstances the chances of killing a Mole must be fairly remote. But sadly, the chances of killing oneself was manifestly higher, and of course he did! In the process of his carefully planned attack he electrocuted himself! It is unknown whether the Moles came up to have a look at him afterwards, but it is certain that most of them, if not all, lived longer than the Groundsman did. It can also be safely said that the Moles never bothered him again, so at least his solution worked! Whilst I vouch that this is a true story as recorded in a reputable local paper, the moral of the story must be; 'If there's a Mole in a hole, don't loose control, cos it could be you in a hole'.

An English home owner wasat his wits' end in his long and unsuccessful war against the mole that had been burrowing unsightly tunnels throughout his property.  Enough with traps and poisons-he planned to go mano a mano with the mole.  Moles are nocturnal animals, so he drove he drove his Jaguar onto the lawn to hunt the mole down with the aid of the headlights.  The car stalled, and when he got it started again, it lurched into gear out of control.  Onward it rolled, the driver trapped inside, until it crashed into his house.  The cars fuel tank ruptured and burst into flames, which quickly reached the house and burned it to the ground.

He couldn't even phone for help-the telephone cable was burned through before he call the fire department.  "I was lucky to get out alive," he said, "I still want to see that mole dead."