Ah Ha! Caught Ya'!

This morning as I was waking up I heard thumping noises on my deck outside. They even grabbed an interested ear twist out of the cat (but not enough to inspire the lazy thing to go do her cat-ly job and investigate). So on waddling into the kitchen, peering out over the sliding glass doors onto the deck, I saw who the culprit is who has been digging in my flower pots and uprooting several plants (the mint was terribly mauled, but has survived, with only a little PTSD). It was, ladies and gents, a squirrel. Digging in the pots. Scattering dirt all over the place. I had thought it must be a cat, interested in the mint (cause I know there's some kinds of mint that cats like). Or perhaps using the pots as a quick outhouse. But no-- it was another animal defining the word "squirrelly" for us.

What the hell is a squirrel doing digging in container pots? Surely not hiding acorns there. Surely not looking for acorns. Surely they're smart enough to know better than that? Apparently not, though. It was funny to look out there and see dirt flying past the squirrel's fluffy little tail. I gave him his time and didn't go out and chase him off. The plants will survive, and I got a good laugh out of the image of my gardening rodent.