I call it the alley. It's so small that if it were a high-crime area, the perpetrators would need to make reservations. Not much room. But the little criminals don't read and can't tell time. Dang. If I knew when they were going to be there, I'd lie in wait and nab the little buggers. It would be first of the Things I get to do today.
In that narrow walkway between us and the neighbors, I found evidence of the crime: piles of sunflower seeds and well-chewed heads from the sunflowers. This is where they go to work over their loot.
|Even a fully-stretched squirrel is not long|
enough to cut off the flower head and run.
Maybe these guys are just teenage boys doing their little vandalizing thing--you know, having a good prank on the older couple who live in the green house with the white trim.
"Meet ya tonight after dark. We'll take down Andy's Hop Vines. You know, cut the twine in chunks and chew up the plants. That'll be a hoot!"
|Didn't notice the twine had gone missing|
but spotted it on the roof a few days ago!
"Then tomorrow night we'll hit the pile of stuff the ole lady left on the table. We'll steal the bean twine she thinks she is so clever to save. We'll show her who's smart around here."
I think we are in for an early fall: Trick or Treat is here already. The joke is on me!