Sometimes when people come to visit, they look out at the garden and ask, "Why are your strawberries in cages?"
This is why:
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| Little critters eat uncaged strawberries. |
This year I left a couple of plants outside of cages. A sort of good will gesture on my part to the wildlife that I share this planet with. As it turns out wildlife are assholes. They can't even eat all the berry - they just gnaw a bit and then take off, wasting all the delectable sweetness.
But as any good wrecker knows, there is no waste. Finding these sad berries who were unable to achieve their sole purpose in life - to be eaten and savored. I gave them a new future. A future with hope and promise of being appreciated, not for their known gifts of sweet tasty goodness; but a lesser know gift: the gift of being delightfully smushable.
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SMUSH!
That'll do pig. That'll do.
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