We (meaning me and the Son, don't get the idea CH spends much time out there) ripped up the sod and tilled all of the dirt boulders out there, and then we planted. Soon, our sweet garden was being eaten by savage killer chipmunks and mutant baby rabbits, and we had to erect a fence. We had some success with the garden last year, but this was to be the year of our victory. Instead, we've been crippled early by the opposition. I even put a Chipmunk song on the playlist today, but it was so annoying that I set it so you can play it if you want. (I do this because I care about you more than the other readers of this blog, so don't tell them.)
George the Superpet is put on patrol
while the garden is being tilled.
The other half of the garden -
the green bushy part is our strawberry patch,
which has already produced these:
I see some limeade, ice, and rum in your future, my pretties.
Um, I mean A Healthy Breakfast for the children.
Our garden is a little ambitious. I've planted broccoli and cauliflower, yellow onions, peas, green beans, tomatoes (Celebrity, Roma, and Big Boy, only because the names of these varieties covered the Holy Trinity of People magazine, the Godfather, and CH. Yeah CH, I went there), and peppers (red bell, green bell, yellow bell, jalapeno, and sweet peppers), zucchini, cilantro, basil, oregano, flat leaf parsley, rosemary, and the aforementioned strawberries. I'm all about zucchini bread, spaghetti sauce, and salsa.
Here are some pre-critter plants:
Broccoli and cauliflower plants, feeling safe before the night killings.
The Son, planting zucchini in an area
we now refer to as 'Area 51' or 'Certain Death'.
(Peaches and) Herbs.
So The Son and I toiled away on our little garden patch, and we even put our fencing up this year, but we woke up one morning to find one broccoli plant eaten to the ground, and the other plants weeping and tearing their leaves. We heard screams in the night, and woke the next day to find a zucchini plant torn stem from stem. Two days later, a whole family of strawberries had been gutted and left to die in the patch. And that just did it. Those little bastard rodents were going down.
I called Todd "Hot Nuts" Epstein.
You know how when you want to fight the CIA, you call someone who is ex-CIA. Steven Segal is always called in as an ex-Navy Seal who needs to kick some ass. If BP was fighting Steven Segal, they would be crying uncle and the environment would be saved. I'm voting for a Chuck Norris-Steven Segal ticket in 2012. Anyway, I figure if you want to fight killer rodents, you get a kick ass killer rodent to fight them. I give you Todd.
Do you see a difference in Badassness? Because I don't.
So Todd goes out on patrol, and the next day we find this by our HOUSE, about two feet away from the garden:
Yeah, that is a huge pile of animal crap. And it is bigger than Todd. And kind of scary. You know how you look at clouds and see things? My family stood around this monstrosity and shared what we saw in the rabid raccoon scat. Good times, good times. So I decided maybe it was unsafe outside for Todd, and he fought me hard to stay outside, but I said, "Stand down, soldier" and he followed the chain of command. Because I can't lose Todd.
The Son took to the patch with a bow and arrow. The rules were to only shoot at the ground, and don't shoot toward the neighbor's house or toward the street, because it would be unfortunate if he accidentally shot someone we like. At this point, you may be thinking, "Hey, c'mon Julie, these are just innocent little chipmunks!"
But no. Mine are gang-sign-throwing, meth-dealing, zombie-apocalypse-starting destroyers.
They all wear shades and pull their hoods up and they sing horrible songs in squeaky voices and make terrible movies and tag my grill with their little rodent gang signs and they EAT MY VEGGIES!
So it's almost midnight and I have more to tell and I'm not one to cut a long story short in the interest of keeping my audience's attention, so I'm going to bed, but trust me when I say that things got VERY VERY ugly. Literally. I may be actually physically scarred for life and I blame the Munks. Tune in tomorrow for part 2. In the interim, I would like to hear about if any of you are doing veggie gardens, what are you growing, and what do you do to fight rodents? You can say the word "strychnine" here, I won't judge.
Until tomorrow, gentle readers. OH - Todd now has a Facebook fan page! Feel free to Like him all you want at his Fanpage!