BLTs for lunch again, and pizza for supper. Life is good.
But this evening I decided to pay a visit to my very own tomato plants. The kids had carried out water, and reported that something was eating them, so armed with a sprayer full of Sevin, I went to do battle with tomato worms (one of the few caterpillars I do kill, even though they make a pretty neat moth, because anything that messes with my tomatoes, well… I have no mercy!! )
Well, the kids were right. Something was eating them, all right–but not just the leaves, oh, no! The newly ripe tomatoes!!! WAH!!! Not just little spots, either–more like half a tomato! (Granted, these are very small tomatoes, but still…)
So I arrived at the inescapable conclusion: Deer like tomatoes, too. How dare they??? The dirty, rotten sneaks!
When we went to all the trouble to clear a place, plant the tomatoes, and carry water to them, it never even occurred to me that deer might be a problem. I did manage to rescue three tiny tomatoes and a couple that only had tiny nibbles off them, but the rest are a total loss. I give up. I am not intended to grow tomatoes at this house. I am inconsolable.