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!

Signed,

You Know Who

P.S. Don’t even think about hacking my Twitter account.

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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.

Elen

Note: This image was taken in September of 2014. It’s for reals.