BEFORE AFTER
Fuckers. Actually, it was just one fucker. A baby fucker.
Excuse my language. I'm still going through the mourning process. I've reached the anger stage.
Upon noticing the damage, which is not hard to miss even for a novice gardener like me, I called Augusto.
"Ciao, Augusto. Bad news."
"Lina, cosa c'e'?!"
"Cinghiale. They took everything."
"I'll be right there."
We walked the whole area looking for how they got in. Finally we saw this.
We surmised that it was one little guy who squeezed his chubby little wild boar butt in under my fence. And proceeded to feast on my fave...and peas....and onions. He was very thorough, gotta give him that.
He did leave me the broccoli, proving that children of all nationalities and species don't like broccoli.
Aw, I'm sorry about the garden. Just horrible. :((
ReplyDeleteDear me, what a horrible thing that one/1 little wild boar can do all by himself. He had a good taste though. If it can help you a little, I can tell that you are not alone in your mourning. Also Annemie have had visitors like that. I am soory for both of you. Lets knit some fave and while we are at it, some onions too
ReplyDeleteHey, Lynn, how about some sort of animal trap? Do they have such over there? Is there some sort of local animal control office that can help you take the little buggers out of circulation?
ReplyDeleteMike
Dear Lynn,
ReplyDeleteHow sad. How frustrating! Perhaps you and Augusto could dig a moat around your orto ?
Brenda xxx
I thought it was the dog's job to protect the orto. Don't tell me they slept through it all.
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