Ah ha!!! Victory over the thugs is mine!!
Remember when we discovered the theft of our lawn mower (and other stuff) from our garage after Thanksgiving? Remember how I bought padlocks and heavy chains to reinforce the gate closures?
Since Pepper has been out of town for a few days, the Bouie-poop-walk duty has fallen to me. As we rounded the corner and approached the gate on the side street this morning, I noticed the gate to the back courtyard looked a little whoppy-jawed (translation for those not fluent in Southern: misaligned; crooked; off-center). Sure enough, upon closer observation, I found the tongue was out of its little slot, meaning that someone had tried to unlatch the gate, to-wit:
And, this time the miscreant thief couldn't simply reach over to unlatch the clasp! The padlock held!
Ah, the smell of victory over reprobates is sweet indeed! But, it's also a little creepy to know that someone was trying to gain access to the yard while Pepper was gone and I was here alone. Fortunately, I am armed with both weapons and a large black dog who loves me. He loves to squish plants in the sun, too.
Nonetheless, I'm glad Pepper comes home tonight.
This has been the strangest winter -- it never got cold enough, for long enough, to kill my potted jalapeno plant, and now it has set five flowers! And last year's petunia just went a little dormant and has now exploded in purple blossoms! It was just too mild to kill the annuals, I suppose, except for the basil, whose remains you see beside the pepper plant.
Or, maybe I've become a magical gardener. Yeah -- I'll go with that. I'm magical.
You'd best beware Moogie the Magical, thieving scum, or I'll transform you into the literal slime that you are and deliver you up to Obama's algae-based energy experiments! At least there you'll be among your own kind, and potentially productive, instead of just another leeching wart on the nose of society.
There. I feel better. Can you tell I overdosed on Harry Potter movies this weekend?