Let's recap, shall we?
I nurtured my little heirloom darlings from seed, tending to them even in the wee hours of the winter morn:
Risked life and limb to shelter them from spring hailstorms:
Weeded and mulched them in their tidy spring bed so that they would grow big and strong:
Only to have it come to this:
Oh squirrels, why do you hate me so?
But wait. There's something odd about this picture...let me pull out those dead and dying tomatoes and peppers so I can get a better look at what's going on:
You don't see it? How about now:
The squirrels had a plan all along! Kill off the veggie plot--which was clearly not xeric--and plant orderly rows of water-wise pecans in its stead. Oh, clever squirrels and silly me.
Though I do think a pecan orchard is a teensy bit self-serving on the squirrels' part.