So our old raccoon is back and, clearly, is no longer deterred by my little green box. He knocked down half my corn stalks last night. There were little nibbles where the ear would have developed. I decided to pull all remaining plants, leaving nothing for the little b—–d to get his fingers on. I’ve never felt so intensely dark about another living species, but there it is: I despise them.
Rabbits, less so. I chased another one out of my garden just before supper. Pretty bold, for that time of day. He’s left his mark on an entire row of kale. I don’t know if I’ll put the row covers back on; I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t just build a greenhouse.
Where are all the predators when I need them?
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