My sweet little haricots verts plant was just starting to have enough beans on it to get a side dish out of it when our mystery bandit swooped in AGAIN. (I say "swooped" because I am fully on the bird bandwagon at this point. Plus, I am more likely to ascribe jerk qualities to a species farther from our own than, say, a cutie pie squirrel.) Coincidence that the beans just happen to share a planter with the pilfered peas? I think not.
The poor, helpless beans, post-heist
The lone survivor, no doubt wracked with guilt
We have got to figure this out. Anybody got an old scarecrow lying around??
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