I got a very brief moment this afternoon to peruse the garden when we got home and I let the dog out right before I had to go upstairs to the incessant "MOMMY!!!"s screamed in a desperate and exasperated measure only to realize someone has encroached upon someone else's couch. Seriously? I SO could have watered and come to deal with that later. I'm seriously considering changing my name to Susan. I wonder if having the kids call or whine "Susan" incessantly would be as grating on the nerves....yet I know one day I'll be missing it all. Alas, I digress.
So I had this 30 maybe 45 seconds to myself in the garden and noticed that one of my baby eggplants had a CHUNK taken out of it. Not a hole, not a nibble, a chunk larger than my thumb. I noticed that a few of the newest leaves and stems had also been shorn off so I went looking for a worm or something, but realized nothing could have taken out a chunk like that except for a squirrel or the like. I didn't get a picture; remember the "MOMMY!!!!" being shrieked like someone was trapped on top of the ceiling fan?
Regardless, I know you, Mr. Squirrel. You're most likely the one that scaled the beams, crawled across the screened porch and lighted on the deck to eat my potted chard last year (oohh... reminds me. Must plant chard). We'll have a talk, you and I. One day. It will most likely be punctuated by a pellet gun.
The jalapenos right next to the flee beetle, squirrel feasted eggplants are sitting pretty. Not one bug, not one bite, not one misstep all year. They're only producing small peppers, but they're chugging along like champs.....and I just messed it all up by praising them, didn't I?
The morning comes early...really early now, and the under eye concealer is getting thicker by the day. Sweet gardening dreams.
December 3, 2013 - Thank You, Robbie!
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