I know you’re tiring of reading about my gardening trials. I’m tired of having gardening trials. However, although competition isn’t my thing, I believe we have some garden winners among our tomatoes.
Oh, hell no… not the fruits themselves, but the damnsquirrels, which are so intent on seeing that we never get a ripe one that they have gone rogue and are truly off the wall in their recklessness. I think they could go GOLD in the Squirrel Olympic trials of sneaky, despicable, thieving, ornery, audacious behavior.
How many destroyed tomatoes must I photograph in order to prove my point?
I’m curious. Are green tomatoes considered an aphrodisiac among the squirrely?
These tree rats are, I’m convinced the villains who tore the roof off our birdhouse. I put a brick up there, hoping that perhaps. . . Splat!
When I looked outside yesterday at the brick-roofed birdhouse, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Did you do that?” I asked Dearly Beloved.
“No. I thought you did.”
Could there BE anything more “in your face”? He probably did an end zone dance and yelled, SMACKDOWN!
It has to be the work of Beelzebub, since Lucifer lives in the Magnolia tree. Not that there are just two of the little bastards. These are just the most brazen. Ever seen a squirrel swagger?
This morning, all seemed quiet. No tree rats on the birdhouse or at my tomato plants.
Ahhhhhhh. That’s the way to start the week!
Then I looked up in the oak tree where Beelzebub keeps his harem.
Forget the Hav-a-Heart traps. Anybody know a priest who does squirrel exorcisms?