And then this morning – nothing but a solitary
robin, looking in vain for what Samuel Pepys called “my morning draught” – tho Sam’s
was usually draft ale, not slow drips into what I must admit was slightly muddy water.
My first thought was, could deer have done
this? Raccoons couldn’t, could
they? And then when I saw the woodpile
tumbled, the reluctant conclusion that it was simply Bad Boys. There are some, on the street behind us,
justifiably angry about the damage a young visitor of mine did to Their Fort last
year.
Hardly justifies calling the cops – and these days
the security system protects against the intruder who used to enter after midnight and do nothing but empty our wallets and leave --
(the cops once set up a camera and caught him in our laundry room – but that’s
all they ever caught.)
So I went out front and hijacked a strange man to
come around back and help me lift the thing up into place. And I guess from now on I’ll leave the backyard light on
at night – for what that’s worth.
Stay
tuned.
I'd say don't be too hasty in blaming the Bad Boys; I've had some pretty destructive Bambis in my yard. Of course, though, you have a better sense of what's going on with the young humans in your neighborhood than any non-resident can.
ReplyDeleteAnd if trouble persists, may I recommend one of the motion-activated sprinklers my husband and I use to keep varmints out of my vegetable gardens? No intruder, two-legged or four-legged, reacts well to intermittent blasts of cold water. Details upon request.