Well the honeymoon is over. I was hoping we could be friends.
But there are some habits that the Flower cannot tolerate.
At first the digging was a novelty. The excavation was a source of fascination.
It thought this was just part of getting settled in.
But its been months and the digging continues.
My new neighbor has an addiction to digging.
I did not mind its sharing my cold frame until the pots started sinking into the ground.
Now a line has been crossed. I was out with the bunnies when I noticed a pile of fresh rubble under the bunny hutch.
This is not their home. They, of course, have their own room inside the house.
This hutch is their outdoor retreat from wind and birds-of-prey. It is also their outdoor toilet.
This huge pile of rocks has been removed from under a slab of concrete.
We still haven’t met our new neighbor. I tried to get Charlotte to identify him from photos, but she refused to squeal.
Mr. Flower suggested trying a trap. What should we use for bait I asked, “Rocks?”
We borrowed a critter camera that did not work. I suggested purchasing our own. Mr. Flower said he did not wish to spend money on such a purchase.
I interrupted him to inform him that I was saving my money for new bikinis for our trip to Mexico. ( Pure fiction is the perfect distraction. It throws them off course. When they recover from the shock, they are so grateful that what you just said was a lie that they will gladly give you the original object requested.)
I am expecting that critter cam any time now.