Where's the Beef? (Steak) Tomatoes
This summer, I was strategic about what I planted in the garden. I made it, what I thought, groundhog- proof. Just tomatoes, red peppers, and jalapenos, all vegetables that these suitcase-sized vermin don't like to eat. Oh how they disgust me.
However, I see tell-tale proof that these mendacious mandibles on all fours have penetrated my two-fence defense perimeter and are eating the produce nonetheless. Teeth marks in the half-eaten tomatoes. At least finish what you have started. No dessert for you!
Besides a few stray pickings, Lina and I have only been able to get two rounds of copious tomatoes off the vines. Usually, by this time, we have a red tint to our skin from eating so much of the fruit. We are also thinking that the passive-aggressive neighbor out back who is retired is also helping himself. It is a satanic conspiracy between man and beast. An unholy alliance of pillagers.
Reminds me of that Wendy's commercial of yore, the "Where's the Beef" ca...