Two years ago I tried growing tomatoes, but every *@&*ing time I went to harvest a juicy red one, some sort of critter beat me to it, leaving them half eaten just to spite me. Half way through the summer I was so frustrated that I was nearly tempted to just cut away the bite marks and finish what was left.
This summer I have three strawberry plants in addition to tomatoes. The other evening as we played in the yard, I noticed there were 6-8 strawberries that were nearly ready to pick. Two were super red, and the others would likely be ready to pick the next day. I built up the excitement of a harvest with the kids, as I want them to be excited about growing things (as opposed to destroying everything they own).
The next morning I took my camera outside to photograph the berries for my gardening book (I know, complete nerd), and to show all of the Internet how proud I was of producing sustenance for my family like our forefathers who came from the Old Country.
I know you’ve predicted what comes next – there were no strawberries left. None. Not even the little green pea-sized berries that were forming on new branches. Some little fucker ate my entire crop.
With green beans, and lettuce, and tomatoes, and more strawberries on the way, I am declaring war. I have no clue what my weapon is, because I have no idea what I’m fighting (rat? squirrel? random white ferret?). But by gosh I will have produce this summer if I have to go out and get that silly green netting to blanket my plants with!
Hopefully I won’t blow up the house in the process.