Crime Ridden Garden

It's a little early (or a tad late) for Garden Blogger's Death Day, but it's been a rough thirty-six hours in this here garden, and an interruption for a special Death Day is needed.

Monday kicked off  the carnage with three consecutive hits. I checked on the lettuce seedlings I planted in my salad table on Saturday to find only three in existence. I'm sure this was a case of early rising birds. First, what else would eat seedlings without leaving a single sign of stopping by for breakfast? Second, the only three left standing had red tinged leaves! This sounds a lot like the case of Granny's red leaf lettuces that escaped mutilation two weeks ago. 

The birds may have gotten away with their crimes, but the masked green goblin below was caught with mouth full of green bean leaves. I wonder if he/she has other partners in crime... I'm sure I'll find out all too soon.

And then there was the incident which took mere minutes to occur that afternoon while I was walking guests to the door... These cuties lasted all of 48 hours before the LO got a hold of them.

I imagine him seeing these adorable amphibians hanging from their containers, and unable to control himself, he picks both of them up then accidently drops one. "Oh. It broke. Neat. Let's do it again,"  his brain tells his hands. Only, as his hands are banging them on the concrete (the evidence of this was clear), his mind is realizing that there is something wrong with what he is doing. This is when Momma hears the pitter patter of little shoes behind her and, "Ma, come back. See. See." Leading me to the scene of the crime to show me the dismembered frogs laying on the ground... It was an innocent act, and I couldn't be mad at the poor child, but it ruined the rest of my day. He understood  that braking the frogs was wrong. This was obvious with the only decipherable things coming out of his mouth the rest of the day being, "We fick fogs?" "Fogs bokenen?" "Go ou'side we fik fogs Momma?" Somehow that sweet little hopeful voice asking for forgiveness the only way he knew how only added salt to my wounds...

Yesterday was a day of garden recovery. I reseeded my salad table and protected against further lettuce burglary by adding a cover. And then it was a busy morning out of the house today, so when I checked on my plants waiting to go into SWP's, I found more carnage. The deaths were by own hands this time. My tomato and pepper plants went from being overly moist to uber dry in less than 24 hours...

So, I've decided to take the rest of the evening off (only thinking about these events again briefly to finish up this post). Crocheting Boy Wonder's blanket while watching the girlie girl movie that's been in my queue for way too long, Julie and Julia. A movie about blogging about cooking a TV chef's creations that I myself used to love watching... Whoa, and g'night!