The first thing I do when I get home from work is to check on my tomatoes. I planted 5 heirloom tomato plants, the oldest one an 1863 Amish variety. And we were just getting a few little tomatoes going. Each day they were getting bigger. Until last night, apparently.
When I got home today Sheryl walked outside as I was heading to admire the day’s growth. “I think something got to your tomatoes last night.” You bet your sweet bippy they did. All the new little green tomatoes were gone, along with a few branches from the plants. And the chewing was up high. Deer.
I swear, this has been a year for wild animals. We’re going through a second round of squirrels in the attic. Rabbits are chewing our daylilies to the ground. And bucks have rubbed a few of our tress raw and even killed one of our 3-year-old maples. And now they’re eating my tomatoes. Enough is enough.
I was thinking that if I try to chase them away I’m going to end up like the guy in the video. So I did the only safe thing and coated my precious plants in Liquid Fence. The deer will stay away, but so will everyone else. Ever smell Liquid Fence? It smells like something died in the bottle. Oh, and then mix in some wolf urine to add some top notes.
I add deer to obligations and gravity as things that are not my friends.
