There's a groundhog loose in my garden. The little sucker has nibbled off the leaves on 2 rows of green beans, 1/2 a row of bok choy, and now he's eyeing the cucumbers. I can't catch him--I've only seen him once, waddling off, his little fat butt merrily headed toward his burrow. If I get the chance, I will kill him. Me, Ms. "Friend of the Fuzzies," will squeeze the life out of him with my bare hands if I get the chance.
No one told me I was growing a garden to feed him...I didn't know this at all.
Thank God he doesn't seem to enjoy arugula, leaf lettuce, or tomatoes. If he gets into my tomatoes, he will get a can of whoopass like he's never seen.
Let this be known--I have declared war on Sr. Groundhog.