Saturday Morning:
Two days ago this tomato was ripening nicely on the vine.Now it is sitting, half-eaten, next to the chipmunk tunnel by our front step.
I think our garden's been found out...
Saturday Afternoon:
Considering that all that is left of the tomato is the rind, my suspicions are mounting...Sunday Morning:
Well, the red tomato is completely gone. Now it seems they're going for the green ones. (I personally only like the green ones fried, but to each his own, I suppose.)Any thoughts on how to save our few remaining tomatoes from our nibbly chipmunk friends?
1 comment:
A truly unfortunate event! After all the peanuts we left on the front porch for the chipmunks, this is the gratitude they return. Not to mention, I frequently feel acorns crush under my shoes as I walk around our neighborhood.
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