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completely. It’s as if they had been plant-napped. I almost expected to see their pictures on milk cartons.
Then I stuck my finger into the spots where they had been. There was a hole under the peat pots, leading to a tunnel. I instantly knew what was the problem.
“Moles!” I said, with the same emphasis that Seinfeld used when he used to say, “Newman!”
Actually they probably were voles, but who cares? All I knew was that they had found a way to feast on my beautiful babies.
Over the next few weeks more and more of my flowers vanished, but still, I had plenty, so while it was disconcerting, I was still able to live with it.
Then they hit our watermelons, and that was going too far.
We had a raised bed with about 10 or 12 watermelon plants. Day by day, my son and I watered them and watched the fruit grow larger. We were especially hopeful about one in particular, the earliest on the vine. We figured that we would be snacking on that baby in a couple of weeks. We were wrong.
All at once, it stopped growing. I couldn’t tell why until I picked it up. I
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