Oh dear...
Oh dearie, dearie me...
Oh dear!
Wait a minute. Just hold on, there...
Dear?
Nope, that is not correct. It's deer.
Better.
MOUSES!
I know, I know... I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin' those deer have been munchin' on the peep's roses again.
Well, I'm sure they would if they could, but they can't 'cause they've already eaten all of those.
MOUSES!
Yup, we've had deer. We've probably had deer all spring and all summer long. First they ate all the tulips. Then they ate the roses. Oh, and they ate Peepers' broccolini, too.
Who the mouses wants to eat broccolini? It tastes kinda like broccoli, you know. And who the mouses wants to eat THAT?
Apparently, deer do.
MOUSES!
But even though those deer were usin' my yard as an all-you-can-eat buffet all summer long...
And even though we found the damage they did, over and over again...
We never once saw any deer.
I had almost convinced the ol' peep it wasn't deer eatin' her stuff, but rather little green aliens from outer space.
Almost.
I was THIS close to convincin' her of that.
'Til one day last week...
WHEN SHE ACTUALLY SAW DEER.
Right there in my backyard!
MOUSES!
Yup, a mama and two babies. Yup, a mama deer and her two babies were right out there in my backyard.
Well, not exactly babies. Probably the equivalent of teens.
Twin teens. TWINS!
I bet that mama was sayin' oh dear.
MOUSES!
And in other news, Peepers' daffy down dilly bulbs arrived yesterday in the mail. She's gonna plant 'em where she planted tulips, last fall.
The daffies, I mean.
But they sure did enjoy eatin' the tulips.
MOUSES!
