Dear Wild Animal,Don't try to tell me the strawberries were asking to be eaten. I'm sure you tell yourself lots of things to help you sleep at night. I guess that's why they call you "an animal". Not that I actually thought you were capable of exhibiting any self-control what so ever but this, this means war.
Your ex-fan,
Bonbon
10 comments:
booo. what measures can you take to protect the berries?
julia, measures will be taken. the animal and i, well, we are offically no longer friends.
just some netting (tulle) from the fabric store, really cheap and lots of cute colors! put it over the straberry bed and anchor with a few rocks. wah-la! sunshine and water in~~critters out! Good luck!
Two words:
Squirrel pâté
i think the least the animal can do is clean up its mess and finish the entire berry instead of wasting it ;)!
Renaissance, thanks--I will try it on the damn animals.
marie, i am so looking up that recipe. How do you spell that P-A-T-AY?
and exactly cindy. but you know how animals are--they take and take and take even when they don't want. eyes always bigger than their stomachs. animals.
Oh my this is too funny!! At least it has good taste I love strawberries. Just popped in for the first time and love your sweet blog!! XO
haha love the evidence!
clearly the varmint was upset that there was no chocolate sauce. Understandable.
i wish i had advice to pass along... unfortunately all i can say is "bastard!". :) i miss you deb!
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