When I’m feeling muddled or somewhat low, one of the things that reliably helps me find my foundation is going out into the garden and doing some work here and there, or simply checking on how various plants or fruits and vegetables are coming along. The work, the sounds and smells, the surroundings, and the cycles of renewal that are all over the garden are wonderfully uplifting to me.
So imagine how I felt yesterday when, feeling down for one reason or another, I went out into the garden and discovered that the six or seven wonderful tomatoes (of various types) – that I was giving just another day or two to become perfect – had all been taken! They’d vanished. This was probably due to that squirrel or squirrels that has (have) a taste for soft fruit and vegetables that appear in my and some neighbouring gardens. I’ve seen them running along with such fruits in their mouths in the past, and witnessed them picking them also. Furthermore, last week, another glorious tomato had been taken but left in shreds on the ground as it was not ripe yet. Very clear squirrel work. Now taking one every so often is intensely annoying, but all of them? That is beyond the Pale.
This was like a punch to the stomach, at the worst possible time indeed. In the non-existent movie scene of that setting, I had two choices of reaction at that moment. The first was to slump to my knees, arms in the air, throwing my head up to that overhead camera shot and yelling “Noooooooooo!!!!!!”. Corny, and overused in film, but that was how I felt. The second reaction, which quickly won over the first, was more Tex Avery, where I look straight into the camera (eye level) and simply say “Of course, you realize this means War.”
Of course I did neither, and instead (after muttering darkly about what I’d do to any squirrel I found in the garden henceforth) headed West to find the late sun, the beach, and some personal time.
Today, I started early in my plans for the battle, arming myself with a shopping trolley load of items at the hardware store (focusing on anti-squirrel measures but keeping rats in mind too). By lunchtime, I’d started construction. Soon, I’d completed the first key item in the war plan:
What can I say but: Shields Up! Red Alert!
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