I called a pest control company the next day. Four and a half stars, 300+ reviews, family-owned since 1987. The kind of listing that makes you feel safe.
A technician named Marcus came out Thursday morning.
He walked the yard slowly. Didn't say much. Crouched at the runway systems, poked a few spots near the beds.
"Voles," he confirmed. "Active infestation. Probably been here two or three seasons."
"Can you clear them out?"
He sat back on his heels and looked at me with an expression I now recognize as the look professionals give you right before they tell you something you don't want to hear.
"We can bait them. Set snap traps along the runways. I can probably knock the population down significantly in two to three visits."
"But?"
"Voles breed fast. A single pair can produce 40 to 100 offspring in a year. And your yard" he gestured at the garden beds, the mulch, the dense grass near the fence "is ideal habitat. Good cover. Good food source. Even if we clear what's here now, you'll have new activity within a season."
"So what's the long-term solution?"
He gave me a flat look.
"Ongoing maintenance. We come back every spring. Maybe fall too depending on the year."
"How much?"
"First treatment is $195. Maintenance visits run $120 each."
I did the math in my head. Two visits a year. Every year.
He must have seen my expression.
"Look, voles are a management problem, not an elimination problem. Nobody's going to tell you otherwise and be telling you the truth."
He left a brochure on my porch.
I didn't call him back.