My dad lays awake at night thinking up new ways to punish the chipmunks…. I have made many gentle suggestions and still I come to their house and find him hunched over in the yard, wheelbarrow next to him, filling a tiny hole with what looks like railroad ballast… “what are you doing dad?” (“pretending not to worship”…)
“I’m gonna trap these f*ckrs in!” he snarls. He’s a smart man. Deep down he must know that’s not how it works, but the pull to TRY is too great to bear. They hide their acorns in his tractor motor. They tease the cat. They flip him the finger.
Maybe I should send him this prayer to recite each night before bed… 🙃
“Saint of entropy,
patron of chaos,
you are everything I pretend not to worship.”
🤩
It’s so beautiful
food for a pig. somewhere. some pigs eat squash. somewhere there is a pig who will enjoy eating your plentiful squash 💛
It just so happens my husband works on a pig farm! Good idea.
Try harvesting squash blossoms for recipes. They are quite a delicacy and you'll reduce the squash harvest.
That makes perfect sense—thank you! This is why you’re a master gardener 💪
My dad lays awake at night thinking up new ways to punish the chipmunks…. I have made many gentle suggestions and still I come to their house and find him hunched over in the yard, wheelbarrow next to him, filling a tiny hole with what looks like railroad ballast… “what are you doing dad?” (“pretending not to worship”…)
“I’m gonna trap these f*ckrs in!” he snarls. He’s a smart man. Deep down he must know that’s not how it works, but the pull to TRY is too great to bear. They hide their acorns in his tractor motor. They tease the cat. They flip him the finger.
Maybe I should send him this prayer to recite each night before bed… 🙃
write forever 📝
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