I had a BEAUTIFUL tomato on my plant yesterday. It just needed a day to reach peak ripeness, so I left it there with the intention of picking it this morning. I went to my garden this morning and discovered that my lovely tomato had been cruelly ripped off the vine, bitten into and discarded by something. My guess is either racoon or opossum. Either way, I am off to my garden to strengthen the fencing around my veggies.
No more free lunch, Mr. Whatever You Are! You have been plundering my garden for long enough. You are now officially on my list! I have a husky, and I'm not afraid to use her. (Actually, I am afraid to use her. But I sound really scary, don't I?)