Dear Squirrel Posse,
Please put the tulip bulbs back that you dug up before the butt-crack of dawn yesterday and left to dehydrate in the hot sun.
Did you think I wouldn’t notice?
This isn’t Skyrim. You won’t advance a level.
I’ve given you a pass on hoarding peanuts in the vegetable and flower gardens and the patio pots. I’ve looked the other way when you’ve left half-eaten food on the window sills, the patio chairs. And you get all the hammock time you want on the fence.
But a Burbville farmer has to draw the line somewhere.
You have been warned!
You Know Who
P.S. Don’t even think about hacking my Twitter account.
Everybody talks to the garden critters this way, right?
I talk and sing to the plants, too. They’re into Motown.
Here be Hump Day.
Single file to Thursday here.