Oh Deer
This weekend we spent with our friends from Olney (all-knee), Illinois. We had a great time (us more than them, maybe, but that is a story for another day). After they left, Corey and I were working in the garden when I noticed that the top of my green pepper plant was missing. Completely missing. In fact, it sort of looked like a weed wacker had taken the top off. I was a little annoyed by this, because I had some tiny green peppers on the top that were going to be scrumtralescent one day. Then I noticed 4 half eaten, not-quite-ripe tomatoes laying on the ground. Ticked off, I turned to go inside to call the police and file yet another police report when I noticed tracks through the garden. It was unmistakeable. They were deer tracks, and I don't mean that yummy peanut butter cup ice cream. I was all excited and not the least bit angry when I discovered this and I kept telling Corey that I wish we had discovered this while our friends were still there. I guess that's the ironic part of it all. I'm sure they see deer all the time.
posted by gretchenjohnson @ 7:03 PM
3 Comments:
Remember when I had a turkey in my garden?
Don't call me a turkey, and I was only in your garden once.
Hey- new excuse until the Baby gets here.."It was ummm the DEER!"
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