Wait until you slave for hours planting bulbs, and then the squirrels dig them up and eat them. We literally planted 125 iris bulbs in the front of the house. They looked gorgeous the first year. The next year - nothing. And then we noticed all the holes. You think we would have learned, but then we tried tulips and lilies and crocuses. Gone.
If they could speak English I'm sure they would let you know how appreciative they were.
"When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives." Winter is Coming Now this is the Law of the Jungle—as old and as true as the sky; And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk, the Law runneth forward and back; For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
