For instance, at our newlywed celebration, we gave out little Blue Spruce saplings as favors. Chris warned that if our guests let their trees die, they were letting our marriage die. Harsh, but motivational. So then, out of all the plants we had outside, these squirrels targeted our love tree and ripped it from the pot just to throw it on the ground. Rude. (Marriage is still fine, thanks for asking.)
Then, we decide the only edible we wanted to plant on our very shaded deck this year is mint. For mojitos, you see. The squirrels dug around at first, then left it alone. The other day I suspected our mint was a bit root bound, so I undertook the anxiety-producing task of root pruning to save them. Then what happened, you ask? Those nasty squirrels came back and messed with the mint. Have they no shame?! No respect for the summer mojito?
Discussion question: Do you think the Albany squirrels are out to get me? Why or why not?
PS- Enjoy the weekend!