Today I woke from a nap only to have Phil inform me that three squirrels (I have never seen a squirrel in my yard) were munching from something in my garden.
So the plants that survived my transplanting, tornadoes and flooding are now succumbing to the measly squirrel. Where's my gun??
I used my "mean mama" voice and scared them away. I wonder if a scarecrow would work?
In other news, my yard is super squishy due to moles who have decided to start a metropolis under my back yard. They are moving the suburbs to the front.
As I was pondering my garden troubles, the chorus of this song sprang to my mind......
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