OK-me and this little guy are going to come to terms. I haven't bought a shotgun or anything like that-but he is seriously testing my Cambridge "all creatures have a place on this earth" mentality.
I was fine when the local bunny ate all my strawberries--a minor inconvenience. and I have been OK with the squirrels lifting my expensive tuberous begonia bulbs to toss around the yard.
But Edward scissorhands and I are doing serious battle. I feel him mocking me from the bushes every morning as he sees me cursing him as I replace all the divots one by one. slowly watching the grass die as he does his thing every night.
I was unsure what type of creature was taking a can opener to my lawn every night. However my friend Ellen informed me that it is a skunk. So one must approach with caution.
I have tried killing the grubs so his food supply is cut out-but he just waits it out till they come back and then he starts again.
Every morning I go out to get the paper and there it is-massive destruction-grass clumps thrown eveyrwhere-but with intense precision at the root line.
I feel his eyes on me as I scream in the air "EDWARD!". I assume he has gotten used to his name. Maybe I should have little t-shirts made for he and all his little skunk friends
"You Grow it and Mow it, We throw it ".
I am planning my revenge as we speak.
