Well, I’ve got good news – and I’ve got bad news.
The bad news is, squirrels don’t give a rats ass about marigolds.
I came home from running errands this afternoon to find this guy checking out my berry patch loot.
I didn’t want to believe it was true, so I stalked him to see what he’d do.
Sure enough, in he went! See? He doesn’t care about marigolds! Freaking squirrel! Why don’t you just pick a bouquet of them already and be done with it, you… you… SQUIRREL.
Eventually he took off, but no worries – I stayed right on his tail.
Boy, I’m really feeling like the Squirrel Paparazzi right about now.
And yup, I caught him. Red handed.
(Had that berry been a bit more ripe and I could have said “Literally”.)
Would you look at him! In Squirrel Euphoria! Eating MY strawberry! That dreamy look should be on MY face!
Totally defeated at that point, I cut my losses, packed up the little one and off we went to the farmers market.
Because the good news is, not everyone has squirrel problems.
I wonder what the squirrel signs in their garden say? Back to the squirrel drawing board.