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The great tomato massacre

This morning I made a terrible discovery while watering my little veggie patch - the groundhog, aka Hoggy, likes tomatoes.

I found several big red tomatoes, ready for picking and still on the vine, partially eaten. Hoggy has bothered with my bell or jalapeno peppers. But the tomatoes are toast - bruschetta perhaps?

Anyway, I've got to start waging my war against Hoggy. I thought we could co-exist peacefully - with my cat staring at him through the window as he sunned himself in the yard. He could eat my hostas, but the tomatoes are off limits.

And so it begins. Let loose the dogs (or cats) of war. I gotta find some mothballs... and maybe Bill Murray.

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  1. Blogger Stinkypaw | 9:29 AM |  

    Mothballs work, but not all the time... Good luck in your war against Hoggy the tomatoe eater

  2. Blogger Alyssa | 7:47 AM |  

    Hoggy decimated my crop yesterday. He ate all the plum tomatoes, all the buds and flowers and all of the celebrity tomatoes except for 1 that was up at the top of the plant. I assume he couldn't reach it.

    I might not have to solve the Hoggy problem anymore because there isn't anything left for him to eat except the peppers. He doesn't seem to like those.

    Yet.

 
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