It seems we are at an impasse.
I am disheartened to see your antics of this past fall have transferred to the spring. Your decisions to prey on the weak, the feeble, and the vulnerable have less than endeared me to your character. You nibble on seedlings on the ground. Understandable. The yard is your home as well, but then last fall you chanced to hazard the romp up the deck stairs, over the screen mesh of the porch and then onto the deck where you dined on my potted Swiss chard. You've done the same again to my cole crop seedlings. Is nothing sacred?
I suppose I should thank you for decimating my week old seedlings instead of well established ones, however I'm not feeling charitably solicitous for your discerning tastes have led you to nibble only on the few growing broccoli seedlings and not the plethora of cabbage or cauliflower ones I started for no reason. Not that this is an invitation to lunch tomorrow, but it illustrates my consternation.
I will not be thwarted, Mr. Nefarious Seedling Eater. You may have won this round, but the weekend is fast approaching and I'm a fair shot with a straw and spit ball.
January 27, 2015 - Family update
2 years ago