I woke up in a crappy mood this past Saturday morning (moving day), sore from the mini-moving frenzy Friday night, wherein D & I had thrown things in boxes and gotten a full load in the SuperVan, but still had so much crap left at the apartment that it boggled the mind. I was grumbly and irritable, because I knew the day that stretched before me would be more of the same, tote that load lift that bale, up and down the stairs.
I put on the coffee and then went outside to enjoy the deck (because drinking coffee on a deck in the morning in suburbia can be everything you dream and more).
I didn’t even sit down before I saw that the tomato plant gifted to us by D’s father had been savaged. Damaged leaves and sheared off stalks were strewn around. Up until then, I had been eagerly watching the little green fruits on the vine, waiting patiently (not *patiently* exactly) for the day they would turn red. Of course, all of the little green fruits were gone. I was speechless. I took in the rest of the scene to see if we had had any other losses. The pot full of stillborn basil was on its side (nothing to damage there, the seeds never came up). The cilantro that ahd fried to a crisp was … well, it was still crispy, so we were good there. The jade plant had many leaves around it, looking just terrible compared to a few days ago. And then I saw the worst of it.
And a trap for a dirty rotten thief.
Yesterday I saw the thief himself, having returned to the scene of the crime. He was strolling off of the deck, bold as brass, with a saucy little waddle to his walk. This teenage mutant ninja groundhog had just taken another bit off of the 'mater. I spread some bloodmeal around, which the internet tells me is supposed to be exceedingly gross to varmint sensabilities. Put some in poor Mr. 'mater's pot too. Fingers crossed. But D & I agree, because there's work to be done this summer that involves ripping up some boards in the deck to remedy a situation underneath it, and because ninja groundhog was last seen waddling under said deck, he's got to go.
And he's gonna pay for my 'mater. (and succulent)