I just stripped our garden this afternoon. There are a few cherry tomatoes lingering on the vines but the peas, cucumbers, beets, lettuce and kale have been eaten.
To be honest, Chris and I weren’t given the opportunity to enjoy many fruits (or should I say, vegetables) of our labour because unwanted Mr. Groundhog feasted all summer long at our expense. We tried everything to protect our precious vegetables. We tempted this critter with cantaloupe in the trap (nether Chris or I like cantaloupe but apparently, groundhogs find them quite agreeable), we heavy duty stapled the garden wire netting to the foundation, we planted our seeds in different patterns – but it seemed like every time we glanced out the kitchen window, that fat, miserable, greedy creature was popping his head out from under the tool shed, standing on its back feet, sticking his tongue out at us and saying, “Na, na, na, na, na!” – RIGHT BESIDE THE BAITED GROUNDHOG TRAP! UGH!
Maybe there was a gang of groundhogs who met under the shed at 0600 and strategized. Who knows? Maybe they mapped our moves – they knew when we got up, what we ate for breakfast and when Chris headed out to the garden to water. Maybe there were many but only one delighted in staring us down.
Oh, do I sound angry?
Well, I admit – the first time this varmint ate my kale plants to the ground this summer, I broke down in tears.
I mean, I lost it.
But I’m happy to say that I have matured emotionally. 🙂
This summer, Mr. Groundhog didn’t only eat all the pea tops, lettuce and kale but he actually had the nerve to up his game and graduate to the beet leaves AND the tomatoes plants.
Despite our best efforts, the groundhog has won once again.
But I have held it together. No swearing. No frustration.
Just grateful that he doesn’t like cucumbers.