What she sees awakens the wrath of Sparklegirl.
(OK, sorry about all the melodrama -- I’ll knock it off now.)
Remember my new Dianthus? Look at all those little flowers!
I looked closer, and realized that those stinking little tree-rats had popped off all but one of the blooms, which they then had left strewn on the table. They hadn’t touched any of the foliage or, from what I could tell, dug or buried anything in the soil. They didn’t even eat the flowers – they just removed them and left them, as if to flaunt their destruction! Why would they do this?!? Why? Why?
But it gets worse.
Stunned, I looked over at the other little table on the veranda, and there was the little wooden frog that usually sits in the mini-sunflower container -- out of its container and almost completely shredded. FYI: I don’t normally put lots of fake animals in my garden, but this little frog was left behind by the Edins, who owned the house for about fifty years before us. Having it peek out from the sunflower container was such a nice, simple way to honor them -- until those bushy-tailed bastards completely chewed it up.
I was shocked. In fact, I was momentarily rendered speechless (which, you know, doesn’t happen that often) and then let loose a stream of profanity that would have shocked the hell out of my work colleagues. Poor M just got out of my way as I ran for the camera. T from next door came out onto his deck, saw what had happened, saw me with the camera and asked, “Collecting evidence, huh?” That’s exactly right. I have no concept of why evidence was necessary, but it made me feel better to document the wreckage.
As I stood there fuming, M said, “C’mon, honey. Let’s go get some BBs.”
To be continued…
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Good ole' T he's always there for a good comment...
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