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