I awoke to find my blossoming lupin had been savagely beheaded this morning. I was absolutely heartbroken. Some cruel beast had nibbled right through the thick stalk, leaving not so much as a thread between the plant and the flower head.
And this wasn't the first time such an act of wanton destruction had taken place in the last week. Just before the weekend I found our one-and-only foxglove - that had just opened its flowers - scythed down and lying on the floor. It's now splinted upright by some tightly wrapped brown paper, but how long that will last is anyone's guess.
The only thing I do know is that both crime scenes bore the marks of the same murderer. Something so foul and hideous that it even left a small poo on the lupin right next to the wound.
I will find that beast. And it will pay for its crimes.