Holes chewed in two tomatoes this morning. That rounds it out to about ten tomatoes ruined since they started fruiting, and I’ve only managed to pick four. FUCKING SQUIRRELS. I left them out water and everything! (At least I know it’s not raccoons; raccoons would actually, like, pick the tomatoes.)

THIS MEANS WAR, YOU LITTLE BASTARDS. We’re moving on to a combo of distraction tactics (squirrel feeder in the front yard) and Spraying Everything We Love with Hot Pepper Tea. I resent this utterly, but I also want to get to keep some of my fucking tomatoes. (If anybody has better suggestions I would love to hear them. My tomatoes are on our deck, so surrounding them with predator pee or surrounding them with marigolds are not really practical options, and they seem utterly unconcerned about the dog.)

UGH. SQUIRRELS. (I wonder if this is how the dog feels all the time)

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