During this week’s Pineapple Express installment, the drain for the former cranberry bog got stopped up. David took out the blackberries w/ a machete, and in a matter of a few hours, our temporary pond was emptied into Spruce Pond on the other side of the street. (This is what the property looked like when purchased in January 2011, only the water had been standing there for …? …who knows how long.) This area was a minefield of mole holes yesterday, but when flooded, I’m wondering how long the moles can hold their breath?