Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Animals

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:

Julia (Color Me Green) said...

booo. what measures can you take to protect the berries?

Bonbon Oiseau said...

julia, measures will be taken. the animal and i, well, we are offically no longer friends.

Renaissance Soul said...

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!

Marie said...

Two words:

Squirrel pâté

cindy said...

i think the least the animal can do is clean up its mess and finish the entire berry instead of wasting it ;)!

Bonbon Oiseau said...

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.

Caroline said...

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

hmstrjam said...

haha love the evidence!

heidi said...

clearly the varmint was upset that there was no chocolate sauce. Understandable.

Cannelle Et Vanille said...

i wish i had advice to pass along... unfortunately all i can say is "bastard!". :) i miss you deb!

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