Apparently the squirrels have long arms around here.
I arrived home this afternoon to quite a terrible scene. It seems that the squirrels (or chipmunks?) weaseled their way through our tomato teepees and dug up my baby seedlings without remorse while I was away at work today. My sweet seedlings that we nursed from seeds into little sproutlets, that we watered and fertilized and transplanted and tried to protect, are now frazzled and clinging to life after a day spent disheveled under the baking sun.
I've moved my basil and tomato plants to our front porch, where I hope they'll be a bit safer. And I'm building a scarecrow tomorrow. (Could that help?) Or perhaps buying a cat and an electric fence.
In other news, a terrorist is no longer at large. And a friend of mine had a bone marrow transplant today. And my father-in-law had a job interview today that went rather well, after a year of job-searching.
So perhaps the attack of the squirrels can be tolerated, even appreciated, if that's the biggest problem in my life right now.
How about a vote? How did you feel when you heard Bin Laden was dead?
c) scared of retaliation
e) none of the above
I'll admit my reaction was a mix of b & c. Would love to hear what you thought.