A week or so before we left on our trip in early June, I planted the last of the tomato plants that Richard bought from the feed store. We did not get around to staking them or putting them in cages before we left, and when we came back it might not been too late to do it, but we were preoccupied with getting ourselves reorganized from the vacation, and when we woke up and saw what was happening, they were a tangled mess on the ground and it was too late to do anything about it.
Richard comes in and announces “I found the culprit who is munching on our tomatoes.”
Who can resist a vine-ripened tomato (aside from someone who doesn’t like tomatoes)?
Not me. Not him (or her) either.