Yesterday evening, while we were at the weekly Monday night dance, it rained well on the garden. When we arrived home, it was dark, but this morning there was much to see.
The creature liked his faux planting hole. He liked it so much he worked it over thoroughly, dug up the bay tree again, and visited every place he had been over the past three weeks, made a little hole, and tossed the mulch and dirt around. I have repaired all of his handiwork and added clumps of Spanish moss around his faux hole, something I know he finds irresistible.
This afternoon I will pursue further types of organic and physical barriers. Meanwhile I am finally willing to entertain the possibility that this is, indeed, a sasquatch who has been visiting my garden at night. Both times the bay tree was laid neatly on the side of the site of destruction, as if to say, "See, I really appreciate the care with which you planted this, and I've kept it intact so you can do it again." Could a four-legged creature be so altruistic, or so devious?
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