Squirrels
Who doesn’t love a shade garden on a hot summer day? Deep greens, cooling shade…and, more often than not, squirrels! They come with the trees. I know someone who traps them — humanely, of course, and takes them ten miles away. They come back. (Before you ask: She marks them before she carts them off, so she knows.) I have made a pact with the kajillion squirrels who live in my ancient hackberry, the next-door neighbors’ equally ancient pecan tree, and the rest of the neighborhood forest. The terms are simple: the squirrels are welcome to live here and frolic about to their heart’s content as long as they stay out of my containers. My pots are terra cotta non grata. Squirrels are feckless, forgetful When I plant seed I use another mnemonic device: I put a cake rack over the pot. I find cake racks at garage sales, but I suppose one could buy them. I have been known to dust the soil with cayenne pepper, which the squirrels find obnoxious. And almost every time I do, it rains forthwith, and I haven’t found this a useful reminder. Likewise, rain mitigates the effectiveness of rabbit blood, available commercially.
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