Boy, howdy, did I get some creative answers to yesterday’s dilemmas. Tell you one thing. Next summer before the hubby and I started battling the wildlife around here, I’n gonna consult you BGs first.
My bee cemetery is growing quite nicely. Despite the missing corpse from yesterday, I must have a dozen bodies scattered under the lounge chair next to me. Feels mighty good to look down there and see the scattered dregs of bee-dom. One of the critters did a fly-by of the cemetery, took one look at all the bodies and got the heck outta there. I could practically hear him screaming about the evil-eyed murderess on his way out.
As for the deer, I got them good too. Now I don’t wanna hear anything from any of you about how mean I’m being to the deer. I love ’em, okay? But the love stops at sharing my flowers. They’ve got a whole forest to chew on, for cryin’ out loud. It’s not like they’re gonna starve. At dusk yesterday I heard the troops come out around the corner, as usual. Crashing their way amidst my plants. I went to investigate and caught the whole dang family chewing. Dad, mom and the twins. That did it.
Yesterday somebody said I should sprinkle garlic power on my plants. I didn’t have garlic powder, but I figured a good hit of cayenne pepper would do the trick. The plants got a liberal dose.
Didn’t take long. I was back on the deck, writing, and the deer thrashing started up again at the side of the house. Then I heard this strange noise. Sounded something like phhhtooey. A few more crashes. Then silence.
Ah, the thrill of victory.
Don’t mess with the redhead.