When is a soggy, mouldy ball of fatty bread not something you leave well alone for the rats? When you find one fully buried in your vegetable plot, that's when.
Whichever little monkey of a squirrel thought that it would leave me a special treat in among my leeks had better watch out - I'm a dab hand at throwing very hard stones, and I have it on great authority that we will soon be getting a very powerful waterpistol. Then it'll be sorry.
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A waterpistol? Cool! I wouldn't get any gardening stuff done at all if I had a waterpistol. It's bad enough that I'm allowed near watering cans and hoses.
I'm in the enviable position of being able to see my veg plot and birdfeeders from the watchtower-like position of my bedroom. A bit of cunning and guile - and a little look-out help from milo the cat – and I reckon i can teach those squirrels and cats a thing or two! grrrrrr. And I hope it was a bit of fatty bread - I did pull it apart and it really looked like that. It was definitely buried, as it was at the bottom of a dug out hole. But I'm just guessing as to its true composition. Probably some long dead rat or something... ohh I hope not
Ew!
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