Well, at least we'll get to try one of the famed Brandywines, we thought. The day came when it was red and ripe, and we planned to have it with our dinner that night. Except when we came home, it was gone! What the heck? Neighborhood kids? Next day, two more ready-to-pick 'maters are found to have large chunks missing from them. Scheiss! A search of the garage led me to the culprit:
This little devil likes tomatoes. |
Having had only the odd transient 'possum encounters around the house, I futzed around for a couple days trying to figure out what to do, until the more sensible Mrs. C. located Brian the Possum Guy, who actually knows what to do. Thus...
The critter is blurry but the bars are in focus. |
Quoth Brian, "I'm going to release him out in the country, and if he wants tomatoes, he can plant his own!"
POSTSCRIPT: The weather has dried out some, and the plants are now heavy with new fruit. We should be enjoying quite a bounteous harvest in the coming weeks....
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