uphill battle (stupid men in my life)
So I go outside to see how / if the raccoons have soiled the patch of lawn. Yup. Once again I am armed with my shovel and I look down into my strawberry patch. Sure it's mostly dormant right now but that doesn't mean that the beds are dead and the dirt is free for the landlord to dig a big chunk and move it to the new flowerbed that's replaced the rotted one!
ARRRRGH!
SO I've lost I don't know how many strawberry plants and all the garlic plants that we had there. There are two holes in my back garden now, each about as big as would fit a computer monitor. each. OH and the landlord knocked over dangerdean and sallym's present. MAN! I was nurturing that thing!
So I finish with the raccoon scat, burying it on the edge of the brambles where nothing will grow (there's also a slope) then I dig through the 'transplanted' dirt and rescue two buried strawberry plants that nearly became compost for a 'lawn' that is practically dead. I get the hose to water everything and neighbour sticks his head out of his downstairs suite.
"hey, whatcha doin? Still working at that?" Yes, I'm keeping on top of the raccoons, I say to keep the inevitable conversation short. "not much will grow on that clay" It's not clay. I've dealt with clay before (here my voice is getting a bit tense) the strawberries do just fine when the sun doesn't bake them quite so much and when the lanlord isn't digging them up "hey, what's wrong with your cat? he's limping" (so I tell him - the short version) "Well, if you need to put him down, let me know, okay and I can help"
What. The. HELL? Does he think he's some kind of cat hit-man?
This is one crazy night. I think I'll have a drink and watch a movie. or House. yeah. crazy weirdness on tv is better than the downstairs neighbour. *shudder*
ARRRRGH!
SO I've lost I don't know how many strawberry plants and all the garlic plants that we had there. There are two holes in my back garden now, each about as big as would fit a computer monitor. each. OH and the landlord knocked over dangerdean and sallym's present. MAN! I was nurturing that thing!
So I finish with the raccoon scat, burying it on the edge of the brambles where nothing will grow (there's also a slope) then I dig through the 'transplanted' dirt and rescue two buried strawberry plants that nearly became compost for a 'lawn' that is practically dead. I get the hose to water everything and neighbour sticks his head out of his downstairs suite.
"hey, whatcha doin? Still working at that?" Yes, I'm keeping on top of the raccoons, I say to keep the inevitable conversation short. "not much will grow on that clay" It's not clay. I've dealt with clay before (here my voice is getting a bit tense) the strawberries do just fine when the sun doesn't bake them quite so much and when the lanlord isn't digging them up "hey, what's wrong with your cat? he's limping" (so I tell him - the short version) "Well, if you need to put him down, let me know, okay and I can help"
What. The. HELL? Does he think he's some kind of cat hit-man?
This is one crazy night. I think I'll have a drink and watch a movie. or House. yeah. crazy weirdness on tv is better than the downstairs neighbour. *shudder*