When I went out to water the veggie garden this morning I gasped in horror at what I found.
Complete cabbage patch destruction.
Cabbage leaves everywhere,
Plants uprooted, stalks munched through,
and all the precious heads gone, completely vanished.
After I got over the intital shock I realized that nothing else in the garden had been touched, nothing at all.
I rapidly went through all of the five stages of grief, over the course of about a minute or two, and then tried to grapple with the question of what could have caused so much focused destruction.
I have had some minor issues with something digging in my garden before, but nothing like this.
Could it be rats? havalina's? A huge, rare, cabbage eating bird? was it vandalism?
When I didn't come up with anything that sounded the least bit realistic I did the only thing I could think of in a situation such as this, I called my Mum.
"Rabbits!" she said. Ah, yes of course, silly me, of course it was rabbits.
"But Mum", I said, "why wouldn't they have touched anything else, like all my lovely, green, luscious lettuces?"
"Ah", she said, "they are saving those for tonight!"
At that I sprinted outside and hastily constructed chicken wire reinforcements along the open end of my veggie garden. I buried it 5 inches or so in case they decide my lovely lettuces are worth the extra effort of digging.
Now I will just have to wait and see what I find tomorrow morning.
Christie’s Journal: “And The Letters Came.”
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