Yes, once again I am foolishly attempting to foil the fluffy-tailed darlings. This time I've put poultry wire around the raised beds, not to keep the little rats out, but to do so with the dogs, who would think nothing of "claiming" my lettuce and tomatoes with their, um...perfume. By doing this I can open the gate to the veggie garden and release the hounds on the toothy, nut-and-tomato-and-hose eating minxes.
And if I get mad enough--and lord knows I am close to that point--I am going to wire the tomato cages (after I set them up) with an electric shock to get the attention of the furry ambassadors from Order Rodentia.
Naturally, I expect that this plan will be as successful as all my other plans for dealing with this plague of pestilential Scourgels that has been visited upon me and my helpless, undeserving garden. All of which is to say, this latest attempt will probably fail like all the others.
When it comes to hopeless tasks, Sisyphus has nothing on me.