2008 — Mountains out of...

I retain a sentimental fondness for these little critters. My father and Big Bro tried to eradicate one from a well-tended (but boring) lawn in Wilmslow back in 1961 or thereabouts. I was utterly charmed by the daily signs of digging prowess, and insisted on a humane capture-and-release scheme instead of their proposed "Let's stick this hosepipe down and flood them out" approach: