Yesterday an email arrived from a family member that confirms my theory that squirrels are particularly squirrelly this year. A squirrel ripped through a kitchen window screen and helped himself to a peach ripening on the counter, then flailed through the house before finding an open door as an escape hatch into the back yard. What's with these nasty beasts? They've been digging holes and eating tomatoes with a vengeance this dry summer. Now add eating figs to the list of transgressions. I've been watching the baby figs all summer, waiting for the moment when I could finally pick my first. So the other morning, this is what I found. The little *(&&^%*&*)_)* wasn't content to rip off my first brown fig. He had to carry it all the way through the garden, up the steps and onto the patio before he attacked it. He didn't even leave me a fig leaf. And he couldn't just take a bite. He had to rip the thing to shreds and throw the shreds all over the place. Which, truth be told, is what I'd like to do to HIM! There's always next year, I guess.
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