A few days later I find holes dug in the pots where I had carefully put in new potting soil and buried the bulbs at a nice depth. Some bulbs chewed on while others were tossed hither and yon. I replanted them...twice...determined old lady that I am. Whatever squirrel was eating my bulbs I had about 30 in the pot and he should soon get tired of that diet.
This week I went out to investigate how they were doing. Having been planted and then replanted several times, you know that they looked very, very sad.
It is late in spring and my forget-me-nots and my daffodils are already putting out a show to warm my heart winning the race with the tulips. I am not as disappointed as I was at first. It will be interesting to see if these even put out buds!
Then, just yesterday, while reading my new book on American wine on the deck I happened to rest my eyes on the smudged lower corner of the patio window. (Yes, I am one of those who can spot dirt anywhere!)
Guess it was not the squirrel that had dug up my bulbs multiple times . Can't you just picture this raccoon pausing to rest his muddy hands against the window and peer into the dark living room during the night while wondering what tummy treasures were inside waiting for him?
