Friday, June 28, 2013

So, what happened to those cute squirrels of yours, Becky?

The answer is, I don't know!

Late July, last summer, I noticed that the pea vines I had planted had produced exactly no pea pods worth mentioning.  I also noticed a scourge in my petunias...

 
 
This scourge was immediately forgiven as I have a dangerous habit of loving all that is furry and cute.
 
Our cute furry love grew throughout the summer and the fall and into the winter over offerings of trail mix, popcorn, fruit and pretzels.  Eventually the squirrel menagerie grew to four very well fed squirrels.
 
 
We named these squirrels Sheldon Cooper, Amy Farrah Fowler, Penny Penny Penny and Raj.  Two male squirrels, two females. 
 
 
 
When the snow came, we kept filling the bowls, and hoped all the calories would produce a herd of baby squirrels.  I'd planned on naming them The Wesley Crushers.
 

Indeed, Amy Farrah Fowler and Penny Penny Penny conceived.  I  anticipated the spring, when Mother Nature bursts forth in young life, from the plants and trees, to the birds to the cows, to the rattlesnakes hatching and the scorpions waking from their long winter naps. 
 
Well, spring is over.  It's the end of June.   I haven't seen a single damned antelope ground squirrel in my yard for weeks.
 
Their cute furry little squirrel holes under the trees in my backyard are filling up with dirt, leaves and twigs.  We've left goodies in their squirrel bowl but it only attracts birds.  My petunias are intact.  My tomato plants are flourishing. 
 
They've probably moved on and I feel betrayed and disappointed.  What did I do so wrong that they had to deprive me of their squirrel babies?  Why?  WHY?
 
Sigh...
 
Wonder if it's too hot to plant peas.


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